Tea for Two
"This is my kitchen," Fern said, regaining her composure as she stepped toward him.
Cliff kept his focus on his work and spoke quietly. "It's not. But it could be. Again."
"Why did you kiss me?" she demanded.
"Me?" His head shot up. He sounded taken aback. "As I recall, you kissed me first—"
She inhaled sharply. "No, mister! You were the one who got near me and don't think I missed that look in your eyes—"
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