battle for supremacy


A family picnic, sitting at a table under an umbrella near a body of water. He sat so close to her, wrapping his arm tightly around her back, his hand tightly gripping her waist, leaning in repeatedly for a kiss. It perplexed her, each time, because this had never been their relationship – open, public, transparent, affectionate. They were essentially strangers apart from the intermittent physical contact – years apart. And suddenly here he was openly affectionate, clinging almost, meeting her family. Nothing had been quite so uncomfortable as this shift.

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