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I’m getting some work done in the dinning Sunday afternoon just as I click save on my computer Ms. Pat appears at the door way, a plate of water mouthing cookies on a plate and a glass of milk is deposited beside my computer.

I groaned tiredly beaming at her. “Thank you so much, have I told you how much I loved these?”

“You didn’t need to dear, the rate at which it disappears whenever I back a fresh hatch gives you away” she returns with a smile.

And I wanted to hug her.

She’s always been polite, asking if I needed anything done around the house and to not hesitate to ask, the same way attendants are super polite at fancy hotels, but was it just me or she’s been even nicer since Friday?

It took a while before I was able to face her again after the kiss, it certainly helped that Ian has being… I had no words.

We hadn’t spoken like I planned Friday night, it likely had something to do with the way we were kissing immediately we got behind closed doors. His fingers fisted in my ha