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[22 bottles left, which equals a lot of Halo, or nights when they both partake too much.

Jemma places her other hand over the one on her leg. For this moment alone she’d keep him stocked up on the fizzy drink.

Her lips thin at the mention of when she was undercover.]

I thought it was for the best. I thought I was helping.

[It’s her usual refrain when it comes to that rather bleak period.]

Don’t say you don’t deserve me. I forbid it, because if you don’t deserve me, then I don’t deserve you either.