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“Hey you.”
Gemma’s voice pulls me away from the furious typing on my keyboard. She looks positively well-loved from last night. With only my T-shirt covering her, the bite marks on her legs are obvious.
“How you feeling this morning?” Grabbing her hand, I pull her down on the couch next to me.
“Like I have a newfound appreciation for strawberry whipped cream.”
“Mmm.” I press a sweet kiss onto her lips. “You and me both.”
“What are you working on?”
I twist my laptop to show her the screen. “An idea came to me for a family dinner.”
“I hope it doesn’t involve the things we did.” There’s a cheeky glimmer in her eye.
I nip at her bottom lip. “That’s not going in the story. That memory will be only for me.”
“Good.” Gemma’s hand rests on my bare abs. I could get used to mornings like this. “Can I read it?”
“It’s a rough draft.”
“So that’s a no?” She quirks a brow in my direction.
“It’s a ‘be gentle’ because it hasn’t been sent to the studio to be torn to pieces yet.”
“That doesn’t sound like fun.”
I laugh. “Believe me, it’s an existential crisis every time I send it off.”
Gemma grabs my laptop and hauls it into her lap. I watch as her eyes rove over the screen. Her face gives nothing away.
The farther along she reads, the deeper the furrow in her brow gets. When she cocks her head to the side, I can’t take it anymore.
“What’s wrong with it?”
“What?” She looks up at me like she forgot I was in the room.
“You have a face.” I rub a finger between her brows.
“It’s not my script…”
“But?”
“It’s just, family dinners aren’t this formal.”
“What?” I grab the laptop back and look at my words.
“I know you don’t have any siblings, but it’s usually not this quiet.”
“There’ll be background noise when they film it.”
“But it doesn’t have the chaos of a happy family. Assuming this is a happy family?”
I nod. “For the most part, yes.”
“You need some arguments in here. It looks like it’s all sisters?”
