Page 19 of David's Love

It looks good.

We look good.

And the angle is perfect.

The clip runs on a loop, and it becomes hypnotic.

“Hey, “ a sleepy voice grumps behind me, and I almost drop my phone.

I manage to palm it and shove it into my pocket, at the same time lifting my gaze.

Squinting, Chloe looks at me from the doorway, struggling to keep her eyes open, her grip on the handler.

“Were you talking to someone?”

“No,” I say curtly. “I was watching clips online,” I add, rising.

“Clips?” she mumbles. “What clips?”

“Puppies and stuff.”

“Oh, I love puppies.”

“Who doesn’t?” I murmur, grabbing her by the elbow and nudging her inside. “Let’s go back to sleep. I’ll tell you more in the morning.”

“Wait,” she says, pulling to an abrupt halt. “Why were you outside? It’s kind of cold.”

“I like cold. Besides, I didn’t want to wake you.”

“Oh…” She closes her eyes while I guide her back to the couch. “You are such a good friend. I’m so happy I’m back,” she says, sliding back against the pillows.

I tuck her in, and she instantly falls asleep.

I watch her for a few seconds, loving how her lips start to twitch, reminding me of the dogs I was talking about.

Smiling, I go to my room, shed my robe, and slide under the covers before searching for puppy clips online to show her in the morning.

ELIZABETH

“So,who is the asshole who parked their car in front of your place?” Chloe asks before taking a sip of coffee.

I glance over my shoulder before turning the stove off and pivoting to the kitchen table.

I slide the scrambled eggs onto two plates and bring the toasted bread to the table.

I grab my cup of coffee as soon as I slide into my seat, and surreptitiously glance at my new ride, making a mental note to move it and also ask my mother if my old ride has been fixed.

“I don’t know,” I say and swallow a sip of coffee.

The aromatic drink does wonders for my brain.

“I’m sure they’ll move it soon,” I mumble before focusing on my food. “Eat before it gets cold. Do you want some jam with the toast?” I ask, rising from my seat and heading to the cupboard.

She’s silent behind me.

I open it and look up.

“I’ve got strawberry jam. And apricot fruit spread. Which one do you prefer?”

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