EGAN

Primrose was staring at him from across the kitchen island, where he worked shredding cheese. 

She raised her eyebrows inquiringly.

“So your special lasagna is not enough apology?” he asked.

She shook her head, and urged him with an upturned palm to go on.

“I should have listened to you,” he said in defeat.

She closed her eyes, and inhaled deeply. The muscles on her chin were tight, like she just had an actual orgasm from those words. 

Then she opened her ...