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That night

Hell is probably in despair because Angel is rejoicing. I feel like I’m in heaven.

Hugh really did came home. Heck. Came home? I’m not even his home.

Sitting on the counter top, I’m quietly watching his back as he cooks out dinner for tonight.

He’s still on his infamous button down dress shirt that is folded until his elbow. The veins on his arms are visible and it adds more into his character. It was as if a warm hand held my heart as I watched him busy with his own world. I frowned as I stared at him, tracing his wide shoulders, muscular back down to his… Damn. No! Angel no!

I shook my head lightly. I must stop checking him out. This is not good.

"How was your day?" I asked.

Just because I feel like we were too silent. I saw him stopped moving. I folded my arms because he didn't answer me. He smiled in amusement. I can see a hint of amusement in his face. I smiled lightly waiting for him to answer.

"My day is fine as hell." he uttered.

I pouted, "Hell is not fine." I whispered.

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