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“A deep slate gray. Stormy, like your eyes.”
“It’s like you refuse to voice even a shred of negativity, otherwise it makes you a bad person.
“But you’re perfectly cool asking Luke Ryder.” “I’d ask him anything. I’m never worried, not in the slightest, that he’d judge me. He never does. He accepts me for exactly who I am.”
Fine. Maybe I feel some things. Urgency. Fascination. Hunger. Confusion. Desperate, raw need. Pure, bone-deep contentment.
“Like hell I can’t,” I growl. And then I give him another firm shove, forcibly moving him out of my way. “That’s my wife out there.”
I wrap my arms around her from behind and kiss her neck. “I love you, you know that?” “Of course I know that. You tell me like every other second.” Now I pinch her ass. “Don’t complain about my I-love-you frequency or I’ll crank it down to zero.”

