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"Madeline and Sir Cassian are planning a campfire tonight." Samantha broke the information to Ivan when he stepped into the tent later on. There was a medium-sized towel hanging around his neck, and his hair appeared disheveled and wet, a sign that he had washed his face and hair after complaining that he looked ridiculous with tears in his eyes.
When he regained himself, he refused to make eye contact with her, as if embarrassed, and Samantha couldn't help but find his reaction cute, as this is the first time she was seeing her husband grow flustered in her presence. The colors on his face returned, and Samantha felt extremely relieved to see him act like his usual self again.
His crimson eyes looked her way from where he stood, and if she wasn't hallucinating, she could swear she saw his upper cheekbones tint into the softest shade of pink.
"A campfire?" He finally delved into the topic.
