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K was taking her time, more than a minute has passed and she still haven't come up with a reply. His full attention was on his phone's screen, and in between seconds K would just literally stop typing - as if she knew that he was eagerly waiting for her text. Jesse was well-aware what K was doing. She was being a tease again. His heart felt warm upon reading K's last text. And it wasn't the uncomfortable warmth he usually feels whenever he was having heartburn or acid reflux after eating a shit-ton of brisket during Passover or Hanukkah. It was a buzzing, soft and pleasant warmth - like the feel of wearing a snug and cozy cashmere sweater on a cold, November NYC afternoon.

A part of her did not want to have to remember all the wrongs she endured, but another part of her wants to be strong enough to tell Gabe exactly what it was that he wanted to hear. He notices the shiver and he reaches for her. “Are you cold? Here.” He moves her around until she is positioned between his spread leg, with her back to his chest and the back of her head resting in the crook of his neck. He grabs an afghan off of the back of the couch and spreads it over them. “Is that a little better?” “It is perfect.” Abby tells him, referring more to the fact that she is in his arms, rather than the blanket that he covered them with.

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“Adara said you were fine, but you know, I still worried. She said I could bring Christian home in an hour. I’m going past the store if you guys need anything.” “Thanks, Robert, we’re fine. You can bring Christian any time you want.” I missed my little man and hoped that Robert would drive past the store and bring him now. We spoke a little bit more and then said goodbye. “Fuzzy says he’ll bring Christian in a bit.” Kai had finished his bottle and Adara handed him to me. I sat down at the counter and started rubbing his back. “I’m sure Christian will be all over you.” Kai burped loudly and I grinned. “Why is his name Bobby Fuzz Jones on your phone?”

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A big ' achoo ' was the first thing he heard when Neal enterd the house. "You are late." The person sitting on the couch said followed by a sneeze. Neal hummed and went to the kitchen. He opened the fridge and took a bottle of water. "You look like shit." Neal said approaching his best friend after drinking the water. A sneeze was the reply to his comment. He sit beside Arjun, his half Indian best friend. He leaned back with a sigh. Arjun was cocooned by a blanket typing something in his laptop. There were tissues on the floor where he sat. His face and naturally tanned skin was flushed from the fever.

I mumbled in between gulps. "Glad to hear it, I-" "I'm back mama K" Chris announced loudly. "Welcome back bro" Nilo said while high fiving Chris as he suddenly came out of the living room to join us in the kitchen. "Ohhh, hello hottie" he said in a low voice. "Why hello-" "Not you" he said walking pass me to the tray of cookies. "Oh, those hotties" I added with an eye roll "Babe, don't be jealous" "I'm not" I said while putting the empty plastic bottle in the trash can.

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I just did not want to see him just then. There was movement behind me and the next thing I knew, I had been pulled away from the wall and into a pair of arms, wrapping around me from behind. “Hi-Hiro-san!” I looked over my shoulder at him, trying to pull away. “What are you-” “It’s cold.” He mumbled. “I just took a bath and it’s cold.” “B-But…” ‘It’s cold’? “Fu… Futon. Get into the futon and you’ll be fine.”