"Better now, which is a high bar considering you know how I enjoy teaching," she said, her own hands busy coming up to cup his face, thumbs skimming over high, aristocratic cheekbones. That softness she was thinking nothing of still made her chest ache. Probably a symptom of hunger that she was ignoring as thoroughly as their lunch. "And you? A blissful morning, graced by kitchen and coffee?"
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