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The candlelight flickered over the uneven table settings, almost playfully, as if the flames were in on a joke about my wannabe domesticity. I watched Xavier ease into his chair with that effortless elegance he always had, his broad frame filling the space across from me.
The rich smell of roast chicken mixed with the persistent hint of smoke that refused to leave, despite my best efforts to air out the room. My heart was still racing, doing an anxious tap dance in my chest, even after I had served us both generous portions, perhaps a tad too eagerly ladling out the sauce.
