IRC-Galleria

I grabbed a knife, and stuck it into the top of my pumpkin.

“Like this?”

I could tell he was trying not to laugh.

“Well, almost. Like this.”

He closed his hand over mine, and showed me how to get started.

“Okay?” he asked in a low voice just over my shoulder. I turned to look at him, enjoying the light in his eye that I saw so rarely and how damn cute he was right now. Not that I’d ever tell him that; he’d probably be horrified to be “cute.” Still, nothing was stopping me from thinking it.


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