“Obviously,” Willow agreed.
Willow lifted Aderes’s hand and pressed a kiss to her knuckles. “Then tomorrow morning, you bring me tea. And I will say thank you. And I will ask about your dreams.”
Willow’s expression softened. She reached across the table and took Aderes’s hand. “That’s beautiful. And specific. You’ve been thinking about this for a while.”
Willow’s eyes fluttered open. She saw Aderes, saw the tea, saw the quiet expectation in her partner’s posture. And she smiled.









