SOLANA was at the dining table. A half-empty glass of milk was beside the open laptop.
After giving her wife another glance, Villel went to the kitchen and pours herself a mug of coffee. She was about to leave when she saw the cartoons of milk in the trash bin.
Her eyes went back to her wife. Solana was unmoving. The same sheet was shown on the monitor of the computer.
She reheats the cold pizza from the fridge and placed it on a plate. Holding the mug and the plate in the other, she marched towards the dining table.
She heard Solana’s deep sighed. She placed the mug and the plate on the table. Before she could sit on the chair, Solana pulled her down.
Arms embraced Villel’s torso the moment her butt touched her wife’s lap. Solana pressed her face in the junction of her neck.
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