Seducing my Ex-husband back
The holy trinity of cheat-day heaven.
“Hey, Claire! What’s cooking?” I shouted, kicking off my shoes and throwing my bag onto the couch like I owned the place.
Her head popped out from the kitchen, hair tied up in a messy bun, cheeks flushed from running around. “Popcorn, chips, and candy. The essentials.”
“Bless you,” I said, pressing a hand to my chest dramatically. “I would die for you.”
We set up together, lining the coffee table with bowls of gummies and chocolate bars, scattering sodas around like grenades waiting to explode with sugar highs.
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