"I brought a peace offering." He waves the book in the air.

I turn and pretend am picking something from the fridge and crack a secret grin before swiveling my head to face him with feigning seriousness.

"You didn't have to." I shrug.

He slumps his shoulders and settles in a relaxed poise.

"I Am not much of a reader. The book was just gathering dust sitting on the shelf." His eyes are piercing through me.

He moves and stands meters away, if he moves any closer to me I will faint. He contemplates and sits on the seat near the island and places the book in front of me....