SWEETHEART
she whispered and Mike mimicked her position, laying low and turned to look.
A buck outside their window, feasting on some low shrubs, accompanied by some naughty squirrels jumping around. Mike took a long-inhaled air, much-needed oxygen replenishing. Such a majestic animal, dappled with royalty even when they are bowed at his most delicate moment. Mike looked over his shoulder at Sarah and there was a glitter of light in her eyes, like a child who had just seen a free ice-cream truck across the street. A smile found its way to his lips. He slipped his arms across her shoulder and pulled her close, which she welcomed and enjoyed the remaining of the show.
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