Chapter Seven

"Every time! This happens every time!" Aine rolled her eyes at Branna's tantrum,

"If you'd just lower the heat they won't burn when you look away."

"They didn't burn, they just.. I don't even know, you'll eat them still?"

"You know I will, I love scorched eggs" Branna laughed, Aine smiled, it was their thing.

"So tell me!! What is he like?" Branna asked as they settled down at the dinning table for breakfast, they'd had their girls night out and had cone to Branna's for the night, kenell was with Aine's parent.

"He... He is sweet and kind... And puts butterflies in my tummy. No man, no man has done that, the butterflies, really, not even..." She trailed off and Branna's hand covered hers across the table, even as her eyes lit up something fierce.

"He is history."

"I know, I know. I'm just trying to say it's a new feeling. Gentle and soft, with him I have the gentle and soft, and I like it, I like it a lot."

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