She was staring, her head resting in her palm, elbow propped up on the table. Spinner had this afternoon off from work and she had invited him back to work on homework, but that didn’t usually mean actually studying for them. She had already made them hot chocolate, but she hadn’t touched the mug painted with a soft heart pattern. Instead, she let it go cold so she could soak in every second alone with Spinner before he decided to ghost her again.
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