The morning after

It was a cool morning, even for mid April.

He looked deep into her eyes and smiled softly.

‘I’ve never felt this way before’, he began, ‘like I’m so full of I-don’t-know-what, just bubbling inside of me and aching to come out… I love y-‘ *BLAAAARP* he belched loudly just as he had moved in for their first kiss. The odour of a mishmash of seafood, ginger beer and Nutella cronut enshrouded them.

‘Fucking paella’ she managed, before spinning around to face the kitchen sink, doubling over and swiftly bringing up her scrambled eggs and instant coffee.

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