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They hadn't spoken for the past week. They were both too stubborn to concede defeat in their ongoing battle.
It was Saturday morning, and as usual, Colin was hungry. Since there was no way in hell she was cooking for him while they were fighting, he ordered some food. Despite being upset, he made sure to stand next to her while placing his order over the phone at his favourite coffee shop, just in case she wanted something. But, like all week, she didn’t look up from her phone. He ordered a large cup of her favourite lemonade and a bag of her preferred pastries. She rolled her eyes, knowing he wanted her to be the first to break the silence, but she wouldn’t.
By the time the food was delivered and Colin sat at the kitchen island with her favourite food in front of him, Penelope was feeling hungry herself and briefly considered stealing some of it. He had ordered more than enough for the two of them, after all.
She sat on the stool beside him—not because she was considering conceding defeat, but because he had taken the stool next to her while she was having a full-on gossip session with Eloise over the phone.
It happened without her realising it—she had been giving her husband the silent treatment for so long that talking freely with her best friend felt like a huge relief and took her guards down. She grabbed Colin's lemonade cup with one hand and drank from it unconsciously.
She only realised what she had done when Colin lifted the cup from the marble island, threw the straw on the counter as if he were disgusted that she had drunk from it, and proceeded to remove the lid to drink the lemonade directly from the cup.
Perplexed was an understatement for how she felt as he put the cup back down on the countertop. She told Eloise she would call her back later. Retrieving the straw from the counter, she dipped it back into the lemonade cup and took a long sip. But instead of swallowing, she pulled Colin towards her by the collar of his shirt and spat the lemonade directly into his mouth, in what could have been an equally nasty and sexy kiss if they hadn’t been fighting.
Colin looked at her with pleading eyes and swallowed the lemonade she spat into his mouth. He looked as though he had been dying of thirst.
“You will never again act as if sharing food with me disgusts you in any way!” she demanded.
Hearing her voice was such a relief for Colin that he eagerly nodded in agreement.
“I’m sorry.” She wasn’t sure what he was apologising for, but she decided to take it as him conceding defeat in the battle they had been waging all week for some absurd reason she could no longer remember.
“Good boy,” she whispered against his lips, close enough for him to feel her breath on his skin but not close enough for her lips to brush against his.
She stuck out her tongue and licked a broad streak from his chin to his bottom lip. He looked famished when she pulled away from him.
“Pen,” he groaned. In that way, he only used on her when he was ready for a good session of make-up sex after a long fight.
“Finish your food, boy,” she commanded, taking one of his pastries to eat herself.
“I’ll spit on you all you want, when you finish eating everything you ordered,” she promised, knowing he would devour everything in no time, even if it was too much, if that meant they could kiss their fight goodbye once and for all.
"Promise?" Colin asked pleadingly.
"If you want me to, then I will."