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“No, it’s not. I’m an emotionally immature brat.”

“Don’t worry about it. I’m used to it.”

“No, you were right,” I interrupt. “I’m sorry and I won’t do anything like this ever again.”

He snorts. “Yes, you will.”

“No, I won’t. I was wrong.”

“Hazel...”

“What?”

“Shut up and King me.”

I smile. We kiss again, laughing hard. I throw my arms around his neck, squeezing tight enough to hurt him but he doesn’t even wince.

“I love you, Leonard Jackman,” I say against his lips.

“Leo,” he corrects with annoyance.

I chuckle. “I know.”

He sets me down, still staring into my eyes with devious lust but he holds back. “I love you, Hazel Smith,” he says. “And I forgive you.”

My brow furrows. “Don’t start—”

He kisses me again, easily silencing me as his tongue takes over mine.