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“What are you making?”

“Chili.”

“Smells burned.”

“It’s not burned.”

“Smells burned.”

She holds out the spoon. “Come here.”

“No.”

“Come taste it.”

“I’m good.”

“Dane.”

I walk over and she lifts the spoon.

I reach for it but she pulls away. “Open.”

Her eyes brighten. She likes ordering me around. Cute.

I open my mouth and she slides the spoon between my lips and then watches me taste it.

Her smile disappears. She looks at my mouth.

“Burned,” I say.

She blinks. “You’re an asshole.”

I grab the spoon before she can pull it away and take another bite. “I’ll still eat it though.”

“You don’t deserve my chili.”

“Probably not.”

“Make your own dinner.”

“Okay.” I turn but she catches my shirt.

“Wait.”

I look down at her hand. She releases me. “I made enough for both of us.”

“Thought I didn’t deserve it?”

“You don’t.”

“Great. Good talk.”

She laughs.

I’m finding I really fucking love when she laughs.

And then my phone buzzes.