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“I guess your swimmers didn’t get the memo.”

“Maybe not.” His eyes get watery. “You know I’m not good at words.”

“True that.”

He cups my cheeks, eyes full of tears, all choked up. “I am so glad your maiden name started with ‘A’. Otherwise, you never would’ve sat behind me, I never would’ve caught your attention, and we never would’ve hooked up. Damn, Danni girl, I love you.”

“Me, too.” Standing on tip toes, I wrap my fingers around his neck, bring those familiar lips to mine, and kiss him until his cock makes it known we should take this to the bedroom.

I’ve learned, in some instances, words are vastly overrated.

The End