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“Fine,” I said, annoyed she was ignoring ain for a book “I’ll leave you to your depressed, whiny, spoiled English characters”

“Thank you,” she huffed, flipping the page

Pursing my lips for a otten used to ignoring me even more So, I reached between her face and the book for a brownie

“Declan”

“Hmm,” I said innocently as I took a bite

She huffed and then just nodded to herself “Fine, you want my attention Here, read”

“No—”

“Read!”

I grimaced “I hate this book, too, you know?”

“That’s what you get for bothering me”

“Can a husband ever really bother his ith his attention?”

“All the fucking tihed

Snickering, I gave her my brownie and took the book Like always, she lay on my chest and leaned back on the pillows

“Your veins are full of ice water, but h can we pick another book?” I begged “Not all of us double lish”