Christian After dinner, we sat near the bonfire downstairs. She is comfortably occupying my lap, resting her behind on my chest when I'm securing her with my arms into the quilt. She wasn't talking to me the whole time at the dinner table and I knew she wanted me to convince her. I felt like teasing her a bit and didn't even go to the bedroom after dinner. She might have been restless enough and came down to me, wrapped in a quilt and directly crawled on my lap. "Wasn't Mrs Scott angry?" I laugh, breaking the silence finally. "As if you care. You were chilling out," she scoffs. "No. I was waiting for you" "Huh?" "I knew Mrs. Scott can't stay away from me longer. At least, not at night," I giggle. "Don't— just don't. I'll be angry for real," she blurts out. "Oh! That means you weren't angry for real until now?" Pushing my fingers into her deep silky hairs, I gently
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