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He drew back, looking at her. “Good,” he praised lightly, returning to her lips.
“But… I’m not sure how to quit.”
Again, he pulled back. “Then I will help you.”
She stared into his beautiful boiling mocha eyes. “How?”
“You tell me.”
She smiled around his soft kisses. “Hmmm. I don’t know.”
“Do you know when you’re not being you?”
“Yyyyes,” she was pretty sure.
“Then I will ask you if you’re being another person and if you are then you can stop.”
“But… what if I’ve never been somebody real?”
He took hold of her face and squeezed her cheeks, forcing her lips into a pucker. “Then you should be the woman I just created.” He pressed kisses into her squished lips.
“She’s so new,” she worried.
“I’ll help her.”
“She doesn’t know things.”
“I’ll teach her.”
“I think… she burned the roux. Because she can’t cook.”
He drew back again with raised brows. “What else can’t she do?”
“She can’t carry a conversation.”
“She’s doing pretty good now.”
Hmm. “Maybe because she’s with you.”
“Mmm,” he said, making his lips silky against hers as he kissed repeatedly. “I don’t really care who she is when she’s not with me. And I might like being the only one that has therealyou.”
She smiled at that, stroking her nails along his face, loving the feel of his jaw moving to his sexy kissing. “What if I get… mixed up? Or what if I don’t… want to be those other people anymore?”
Her heart skipped three beats as he put himself on top of her, capturing her head in his hands as he kissed along her face. “If you want to be a million people, Ma Bee-shjoo, then I will love every one of them.” At her brow he said, “And if you only want to be the woman I created, then I will help you kill off all your Farkle Fairies.”
Her giggle escaped. “Farkle Fairies,” she whispered with her eyes closed, loving the feel of his kisses as they continuedalong the other side of her face. She stroked her feet along the back of his strong legs, wondering, “What if I don’t notice? That I’m being a Farkle Fairy?”
“I will notice for you.”
“You think?”
He nodded, back at her lips, his tongue changing the tone in their conversation. “What will you do when you notice?”
He drew her lower lip between his teeth, then her upper. “I will call youFarkle.”
His hand covered her breast, and she moaned, thrusting into his hungry grip. “What if I ignore you? What if I don’t listen?”
He raised his head, staring at her, his fingers rolling her nipple till she could only gasp out breaths. “If you become Fyoo-rie, then I will be forced to trap you and make you listen.”
