I start to spiral through my thoughts, ignoring whatever it is Freddy is saying as he stands up from his stool. “My girlfriend?” he asks, smugly hovering over my shoulder. I can’t look at him, terrified that I’ve made everything up in my head and that wasn’t what he wanted. But, a green mug with some sort of slightly misshapen flower design in the foam slides in front me. “What’s this?” “It’s… ah, latte foam art. It’s supposed to be a flower,” he says it sheepishly, quiet. “I love it.” Rhys kisses my neck, tucking my hair up in his hands and I have the ridiculous urge to cut it all off so he
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