Page 17 of Interlude

He purses his lips. "I can cook!"

"Yeah?"

"There’s not much I can make with bread, cheese, crisps, chocolate, and wine, Captain Cliché," he teases.

"Cliché?"

"Girl going through a break-up? Eating her way through the pile of junk food in her cupboards."

Now, he’s hit a sore spot. "Fine. Whatever. Leave me alone."

Dylan backs off. Literally and figuratively. If I’m in my happy bubble, I don’t want him to burst it.

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