Christina eyed the flowers and then the chocolates and then the wine and then looked at Evan and raised an eyebrow as she walked over to join him on the bed. "What did you do?" she asked, taking a seat. "I'd ask if you shagged Narcissa, but the flowers aren't really her style and she likes white wine, not red."
She poked his side. "You tell me yours, I'll tell you mine."
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