It’s all been coming toward this moment.” He rests his head on his hand to gaze at me, a shaft of moonlight falling on his cheekbone. “This exact moment,” I echo, teasing him. “This precise moment right here.” “So this is pretty epic.” I gesture, rumpling the duvet with a smile. It seems quite mundane, for an epic moment. Although, actually, what more-momentous instant is there in life than being in bed with the person you feel is right? Really, really right? As these thoughts pass through my head, I suddenly feel light-headed, almost scared. Because he is right for me. He is, he is. “So…this
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