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“Guilty,” he hums, voice slightly rough still as he leans in and kisses me again, tender and slow. “I can’t help it.”

“Good. You better not stop.”

“With you? I wouldn’t dream of it,” he teases, brushing his nose against mine in a soft touch. “You’ll have to push me off you before I willingly stop.”

A warm, fluttery feeling moves through my chest at that, and I slowly run my fingers through his hair. “And if I ask you to do it again tonight?”

His grin pulls, mischievous and more than willing. “Then I’ll ask you when to start.”

Liking the sound of that, I smile back at him. “I hope you’re prepared to be up all night.”

“For you, gladly.”

Without needing to second-guess it, I already know he means it, and that tonight won’t be for sleeping.

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THE END