[She was about to make suggestions on what to do, a list that she made on the fly down to the very minute before he so rudely (read: romantically) interrupts her thought process by kissing her with his cinnamon tinged lips. Amelia returns it with the confusing taste of strawberries and coffee on her own lips and she mumbles in reply.]
It's a prerequisite I failed to complete. That's all.
[They hadn't skipped steps, they've bounced all over the place and fell on their heads more than once. But like Gale, she couldn't think of how it could turn out any better than this. Amelia kisses him again, a seal of affirmation on her end and also, just plain impulse.
It's his fault that breakfast turned out delicious.]
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It's a prerequisite I failed to complete. That's all.
[They hadn't skipped steps, they've bounced all over the place and fell on their heads more than once. But like Gale, she couldn't think of how it could turn out any better than this. Amelia kisses him again, a seal of affirmation on her end and also, just plain impulse.
It's his fault that breakfast turned out delicious.]