An Unexpected Summer
Arya sorts out the fruit, and I sort the tea, both taking a seat at the breakfast bar.
“How is the book coming along?” she has been writing a lot the last few days, “Good. I have the first twelve chapters done. I am getting there, slowly but surely.” She smiles.
I am happy to hear that because she has been stressing out recently, “You will get there, beautiful. I look forward to reading it,” I smirk, “Somehow, you don’t seem the type to read romance novels.” She laughs.
No, I don’t, but I will happily read her, “Not usually, but it is your work, so I will.” I reach over the table, kissing her, “Kyson, you don’t need to because I wrote it.” she blushes.
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