“Don’t be a flirt.” “You’re the one who told me to do it more naturally.” She crosses her arms and then winces when she probably triggers the pain in her injury. “Make up your mind.” “If we were at camp, you’d be punished for that.” “But we aren’t.” “Watch it.” “Pretty sure a husband doesn’t talk to his wife in that tone.” “I do.” “You…are you married?” “I am.” Her lips part, and she slowly lets her hands fall to either side of her. I can almost taste the dramatic shift of her mood in the air. Interesting. “To you, remember?”
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