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Eve
“You’re getting so tanned,” I say in greeting as Adam washes his face in the kitchen sink.
“And you’re getting creative,” he observes, toweling himself off. He brought me a new batch of vegetables which I’m already eyeing, thinking about how to use them to their fullest, even with my hands buried deep in a ball of dough. “What’s for dinner?”
“You’ll see.” There’s still no cheese, unfortunately, but we might find some cows and sheep in the future, so I’m not mourning dairy just yet. Our hands are already so full, and there’s only the two of us to operate everything, so there’s no rush. We can live without cheese.
“So mysterious.” He pauses to plant a kiss on my bare shoulder. It’s sundress season again, and I’m barefoot in the warm kitchen, his lips on my skin leaving an even warmer print that ripples delicately all across my skin. “I could convince you to tell me, you know.”
“How would you do that?” I grin as I knead the dough in my palms.
“You forget that I was in the army. I have my ways,” he hums, leaning against the counter next to me. “You’re lucky I’m too busy cleaning the barn to inflict them on you.”
“Yeah, sure.” I roll my eyes. “You go ahead then, Soldier Boy.”
“I used to hate when you called me that,” he says absentmindedly, tucking a stray strand of hair behind my ear.
“You did?”
“Yeah. All I wanted was for you to say my name.” His eyes seem to cloud over at the memory.
“And now?” My hands are dirty, so I lean my head against his palm as a way of touching him.
“Now I don’t care what you call me.” Adam gives me that charming little smile. Sharp, at first sight, but beaming and real once you get used to it. “As long as you keep calling out for me, we’re good.”
“Don’t worry.” I can’t control my smile, either. “Now go, before we get too carried away and neglect our responsibilities.”
The smile turns to a smirk. “You know me too well.”
“That, and also, your bulge is showing.”
He laughs but doesn’t move. His hand on my cheek lingers. “I love you, Crazy Girl.”
It’s amazing how many times I can hear that set of words and never get tired of it. “Love you too, Soldier Boy.”