Kimberly

“You can do better than that." He loops his arms around my waist and pulls me to him.

"Where are your gloves?"

"Better than that too." He drops a kiss on my collarbone. "Good to see you, Cass. I dreamed about you, Cass...Feel free to improvise."

"Aren't you supposed to be wearing those work gloves? When you're working? Because otherwise your poor hands won't..."

Gah. I sound like Mom, or the school nurse.

I'm no good at this.

Luckily, Cass is good enough for both of us. "I missed you, Gwen. It's good to see you, Gwen. I dreamed about you, Gwen. Yeah, haven't gotten around to the gloves. More important things to focus on. Want me to tell you what they are?”
― Huntley Fitzpatrick, What I Thought Was True