[Since when. He doesn't answer that, only shoots her a small, wry smile. How about since always, but it's just one of the many things that he loves about her. She's difficult, contrary and challenging, but she wouldn't be the same person if she wasn't.
His fingers lace through hers while they walk. It's far more pleasant here than the desert, where walking under the heat of the sun for more than a few minutes felt as if it was frying your brain inside your skull.]
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His fingers lace through hers while they walk. It's far more pleasant here than the desert, where walking under the heat of the sun for more than a few minutes felt as if it was frying your brain inside your skull.]
When are you going to be finished for the day?