Llewellyn Watts (
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Midnight Manor Private Residence, Saturday Afternoon
If there was anything amiss on the island, Watts was unaware, as he and Steven had done their usual Saturday routine of heading off-island for services and running errands, and then back home where Watts would get to baking and then piano practice.
Today, since strawberry season was officially upon them, he was making strawberry shortcake, slicing the strawberries slowly and methodically as he waited for the biscuits to finish baking.
Today, since strawberry season was officially upon them, he was making strawberry shortcake, slicing the strawberries slowly and methodically as he waited for the biscuits to finish baking.
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Or perhaps he already had in the kitchen earlier.
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It was, after all, one of his favourite places to be.
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And Steven went in for a lingering kiss.
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