Rene was preparing the meal, his movements appeared graceful and sure. The kitchen filled with the comforting aroma of butter and toasting bread, creating a warmth that was a stark contrast to the storm outside. Claude watched him, her heart swelling with affection. For a moment, they were just two people in love, sharing a simple meal, and it was perfect.
There was so much that she wanted to say, and so little time. She didn’t want the moment to end, even though the next morning she knew it would have to, she’d have to go back to her husband and her awful nightmare of a marriage. Did she comment on the fact that around Rene’s eyes it looks like he hadn’t been sleeping well, she walked close and brushed her hand through his hair, careful not to get too much in the way while he cooked, but desperate to touch him.
That sounds delightful, I can't wait to try it,she responded, her gaze never leaving him as she watched him move around the kitchen with ease. It was these small moments that she cherished the most, the ones that felt so normal and real. It was almost perfect enough that Geralt had left her mind entirely, but until he was dead, she couldn’t afford to push him out of her mind entirely.
There was so much that she wanted to say, and so little time. She didn’t want the moment to end, even though the next morning she knew it would have to, she’d have to go back to her husband and her awful nightmare of a marriage. Did she comment on the fact that around Rene’s eyes it looks like he hadn’t been sleeping well, she walked close and brushed her hand through his hair, careful not to get too much in the way while he cooked, but desperate to touch him.
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