"Be good. I'll make us breakfast—get dressed and come eat." Andrew's voice was warm as he pointed to his cheek, waiting expectantly.

Francesca's round face was still flushed pink. Seeing his playful gesture, she let out an exasperated huff, pursing her lips as if she were reluctant. Even so, she leaned in and pressed a light kiss against his skin.

Andrew grinned. "That's more like it."

Francesca shot him an annoyed glare, but he only chuckled before leaving the bedroom.

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