He nodded before letting go of my hand and caged me in again, “Elora, if you ignore the tingles, how do you feel about us?” He hesitantly questioned. I pouted. “That’s a stupid question. I love you,” I rolled my eyes. He chuckled, “I know, Sweetheart.” His eyes wandered my face as if he was struggling to find the right words, “There are different kinds of love–” “All of them,” I said in a duh tone. I made it very clear that I love love love them. Eugene needed to pay more attention, or I needed to love more aggressively. I liked the second option better. His eyes turned darker, shaking his
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