you have them.There's chopping and you realize she's moved to vegetables, which are considerably less sexy, so you stand to leave.But then…"
She almost never curses and you turn to her. Her face is pinched, and her eyes are stinging with moisture as she gripsher left hand."I cut myself," she says to you. And, there's embarrassment there, but mostly pain and a pleading gaze."Well, what did I tell you about playing with sharp objects?"Your words are cold, but your hands are warm, gentle as you fold around her, your left hand on her shoulder, and theother grasping hers."Owww, owww, it really hurts," she gasps, letting her head press into your chest."That's what knives generally do." You gingerly try to peel away her top hand, "Let me see.""Okay."Her head's now fully tucked into your chest, right under your collarbone. You clasp her fingers, studying them."It's fine," you whisper, "A little deep, but it's fine.""You sure?"She hates blood."I'm sure."Her head shifts up, and your eyes slide from her hand to her scrunched up face, which is sort of ridiculously cute andvulnerable right now as she peaks out, "Okay."You shouldn't, but you squeeze her gently. "You just need to wash it out, okay?"You move to the sink with her, and neither of you are talking anymore. You're wondering when it changed so that herpain
bothered you. Or that she knew that it did, and that she could come to you.When it's just the three of you, you focus on the one you want the most."Well, if it isn't Miss 'Little Red Loser-Hood?"Casey loves that red top and you know it. Which is why you smirked when you said it.She glowers at you—and also so does your girlfriend—as Casey joins you at the booth."I think red looks great on you," Sally says politely.You snort. "I don't.""Derek, stop it!" They cry at once.You do a bit of a double take, eyes darting between both women, and you're actually not sure who to respond to. So,wisely, you don't respond at all."Ugh, whatever," Casey says, setting her purse on the table, "Em and Sam should be here soon. They got a flat orsomething.""Bummer," Sally says.You smirk and flip idly through the menu. "I'm surprised they still didn't beat you here, as slow as you drive.""I do not drive slowly," she barks at you. And, you already knew this was a sore subject. "I drive responsibly.""Yeah, sure, whatever, grams."The menu's snatched from you, revealing a heated glare. "Who's never been in an accident?" she asks, "Who got herlicense on the first try?"You take it back. "Who's the biggest suck-up keener on the face of the earth?""
. I helped you pass that test.""Yeah, and those wheely chairs?
like the real thing.""Guys, please."You both turn to your girlfriend, who's hunched over slightly, her hand rubbing by her temple."Sorry," you murmur. And, you actually are. You and Sally have had 'this' discussion more than seven times.
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