Saph POV Syl and I spent the entire day in the garden. She worked towards the back area for most of the day, but once the rain started, we decided to call it a day. I asked Syl if I could stay at her place for a couple of days; I’m too nervous to go back to the packhouse. Fortunately, Syl didn’t ask me why. I think our conversation from earlier was a lot for us both, and we are both looking forward to a relaxing evening in comfy clothes. “I got facial kits and cheesy romantic comedies for us. Are you good with Chinese for dinner? I don’t have the energy to cook tonight, I’m feeling so exhausted after today,” Syl whines as she collapses onto the couch, wrapping herself up in a blanket. I’m not feeling nearly as tired as she looks, but then again, my mind is racing with a million thoughts. “Are you sure you’re okay with hanging out tonight? If you’re tired, I can go back to the packhouse so you can get some sleep,” I suggest, feeling like I’m impos
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