Just catching up on the three parts.
That was so lovely and sweet. And wonderfully written.
And I liked this one:
She freed one hand and reached out to touch the blue Spandex revealed beneath his shirt. “If I had a plate of boeuf bourguignon here, you’d be wearing it, Kent!” she told him, her voice shaky.
His laughter in response was rich, warm and entirely Clark. “But you do have half a cup of hot chocolate...” he pointed out.
“That’s too good to waste,” she objected.
Ines
