Home Life pt. 2"Karina! Are you home yet?"
Well, that was a bloody pointless question, she thought, curling deeper into the corner of the sofa and raising her book slightly so it would hide her face. My scooter's outside, isn't it? And the lights are on. So yes, I'm home.
What she said was, "Yeah, I'm in the living room," in a soft, small voice.
Aaron almost bounded through the door, his characteristically confident grin wide on his angular face, and the light from the 'fire' (Karina couldn't think of it as a real fire, it just wasn't, pretend flames or not) turned his dark eyes a warm gold.
"How was work? Don't tell me same old, same old?" he asked, flopping onto the other end of the couch and giving her knee an affectionate flick.
Karina couldn't remember when she fell in love with Aaron. It felt like she always had loved him. They'd met when they were children at some horse show or other and it turned out their parents knew each other from riding horses in Spain and Portugal,