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“Oh my God. It’s my chair!”

“Yup,” Kyle answers, grinning. “I remember how much you loved it, and I realized that we still hadn’t made arrangements for your stuff.”

“You’re just a terrible husband,” I say, shaking my head. “Utterly woeful.”

“I’m aware,” he says, nodding. “A complete disgrace. But I’m going to make it all up to you, I promise. I got all the stuff from your old place and—”

“Kyle,” I whisper, putting my fingers across his lips. “Shut up.”

I stretch up and kiss him, pulling his head down to me. His arms go around my waist, stroking my back until he runs his hands across my ass and gives me a hard squeeze on both cheeks.

“I missed you,” he mutters.

I giggle, leaning into him. “You missed my ass?”

“Yes…” he says, rubbing my butt and squeezing it again. “How could I not?”

This just makes me giggle even harder, and I kiss him fiercely, gripping his shoulders and pressing my body against his.

“I need you to know something, Leslie, in all seriousness.”

“Yes?”

“Youare my home now. I was so miserable over this last week—I think I needed it, though. I needed to feel how much it would hurt to be away from you.”

“Oh, Kyle—”

“No.” He shakes his head. “Now I know, don’t you see? I know I can’t live without you, and I’ll never let us be separated ever again.”

For a moment, I can’t say anything. I just stare into his face, my hand on his cheek.

“Leslie?”

“Shut up, you fool,” I whisper. “Shut up and kiss me.”

Kyle smiles and leans down to comply.

Chapter 27 - Kyle

Six months after the big shakedown, I’m pacing the kitchen anxiously, waiting for Leslie to get home. I’ve had something on my mind lately that I need to share with her, and I have no idea how she’s going to react.

When I hear her car in the drive, I almost leap out of my skin. I hurry to the front door to greet her. Seeing her lovely smile makes me feel better straight away.

Come on, man, everything’s okay. Just ask her!

“How was your day?” I ask.

“Great! People need ice cream. Seriously, it’s a vital industry. I’ll never be short of a job so long as I can sling scoops of hokey pokey.”

“Yeah,” I mutter.

Leslie frowns. “You okay?”

“Yeah! I, ah… I mean…”

“Kyle.” Leslie cocks her head to the side. “Are you alright? Do I need to call an ambulance or something?”

A real chuckle breaks through as I shake my head. “I’m just a bit stressed out. Sorry.”

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