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Willow spread her hands as the breeze loving danced to the melody of the wind which occasionally caressed her arms and neck.

Her hair gracefully played in harmony with the wind.

"Is this really necessary?" Rowan chuckled, adoringly looking at her.

"Did I complain about dinner?" She closed her eyes and took a deep breath.

"You said you loved it!"

"Would you like it if I complained? I had to make you feel good because you put your efforts into the whole thing" She smiled.

"You didn't let me take you to nice restaurant"

"That's just corny besides, you claimed you can cook"

"I can"

"I wanted to see for myself," She shrugged.

"And what do you think?" He stepped in front of her.

"I'll give you a six" She smiled.

"And don't I deserve some kinda reward?"

"What do you want?"

"You know exactly"

Slow laughed and kissed him on the cheek.

"Really? That's what I get for cooking for you and walking you back home? I literally left my comfortable Mercedes" He pouted his lips.

She kissed his jaw.

"Ha