"Well, don't worry. If you eat too much, I'll rub your stomach until it feels better," Ainsley promises with a sly grin, thinking of oysters and steak and pie and bread and whatever else he's willing to get for her. "Now, Sam, you have to stop talking about food if you aren't going to give it to me."
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Date: 2014-10-17 11:26 pm (UTC)