“Yep,” she breathed, leaning heavily against me. “Exactly one year ago yesterday, you stuck your tongue down my throat.” “That’s a little fumble with the truth,” I teased, grinning down at her. “If my memory serves me correctly, it was your tongue that entered my mouth first.” “Only because you were too pussy to make the first move.” I laughed. “I was building up to it.” She arched a brow. “For five years?” “What can I say?” I pulled her closer. “I had to be sure.” “Of what?” “That you wouldn’t run.” “And now you’re sure?” She watched me closely. “Now you trust me?” “Yeah, Molloy.” Nodding
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