“I always find it funny that we never would’ve met if it weren’t for a bag of oregano.”
I felt Michael’s breath as he chuckled in my neck, “It wasn’t oregano.”
“It doesn’t sound so romantic when I say it was weed.” I pout.
“Oregano doesn’t sound any better, darling.”
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