Scarlett's POV“Spencer, get out,” I groaned, shooing him away with the egg whisk.He stuck his finger in the batter, withdrawing it quickly as Olivia shot him a death glare.“Okay, that's enough. Go change a lightbulb or whatever men do for fun,” she deadpanned, hitting his shoulder with a napkin.“Now, that's not very progressive of you,” he moaned, sucking on his fingers.She chuckled, rolling her eyes as he scooped up some more dough, moving towards her faux-menacingly.“Ugh, Spencer get out,” he froze, grinning mischievously as he turned away from Olivia, dotting my nose with the pancake batter insteadI screamed as he pressed a couple of kisses to her forehead, flipping me off as he left the kitchen.We were having our bi monthly Sunday brunch. The sun shone faintly outside, the breeze picking up slightly as I scoop some batter into the pan, turning to face Olivia.“How do you even deal with him?”She groans, mixing slices of fruit into the steaming oats.“Well, being in love wi
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