“Thank you,” I whisper to him. His lip curls in a subtle smirk. “I got you something.” Jumping up from the couch, I rush over to the entryway where my winter coat is hanging. Digging into the pockets, I find the leather gloves I picked up last night. Staring at the gloves, I instantly remember how things felt so different between him and me just twenty-four hours ago. I carry them into the living room and set them on his lap. “It’s not much, but I saw them yesterday and…” My voice trails as his eyes lift to my face. I don’t even recognize us anymore. He reaches into the plastic bag and pulls
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the GLOVES
