Page 48 of Sparrow

“Asshole,” I laugh.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” He cups the side of my neck.

“I will be. If I’m honest, I’m just ready for my divorce to truly finalize so I can leave it all in the rearview mirror,” I confess.

“Is he still being difficult?”

I don’t mean to scoff, but it just slips out. “To say the least.”

“You know if you need anything, anything at all, you need only ask, right?” He pulls me so we are chest to chest.

“I know. Thank you for that.”

“Thank me with a kiss.” He leans in.

“How can I resist that?”

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