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• Domestic Gemma wore a soft but ready smile, with a teasing glint in her eye and a tendency to nudge you with her elbow, hip or shoulder. You stole kisses off of her every once in a while, and soon the dishes were all clean and stacked away again.
• "You need to go soon," Gemma said, wrapping her arms around your waist and pulling you close.
• "I do," you said. "You could come with me if you want. I'm sure she wouldn't mind."