Teach Me How to Love You
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"I couldn't help it. It's my favorite name for you."
He rolled his eyes, but I'd known him my whole life. I could tell he was starting to enjoy the gifts, even if he'd never admit it.
The fourth was a journal. A really nice one too, leather-bound. "For work," she added. "Or whatever."
The final gift was a set of grooming products, body wash, shampoo, skincare, the lot.
"It had really good reviews. Smells incredible too." Lory's grin turned wicked. "And, you know… every time you use it in the shower, you can think about the person who gave it to you. Picture her, even—"