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“You’re my favorite thing to look at in that room,” he says suddenly, and drops to his knees in front of her.
She wants to lick every inch of him until he doesn’t have a thought left in his brain.
“We should talk about—this,” she murmurs against his mouth. “Stop kissing me, then,” he answers, impossibly.
“And finally—while we’re together,” he murmurs, his lips skimming her stomach, “I don’t want to talk about how it’s going to end. I’d rather not waste the time I have.”
“Am I hurting you?” he asks, his voice low. She shakes her head, and bites her lip. “I like it when you hurt me a little,” she whispers, and his lips come crashing down on hers, harsh, bruising, wanting.
Don’t be sorry, she thinks, a little desperately. I want you to need me.
“Sometimes I feel like I miss you when you’re right in front of me,” she says as he nudges her cheek with his nose. “Isn’t that weird?”
“I’ve never wanted anything as much as I want you,”
He’s so in love with her it hurts.
“It was a slow fall but a pretty permanent crash, Helen,” he says, and he can’t help the acid note in his voice. “I’m in love with you.”
“Fine, then,” he says against her mouth, and he’s suddenly cold despite the kitchen heat. “It’s my birthday. Lie to me. Treat me like you love me back.”
“I would have fallen in love with you sooner, if you’d let me,” he says, and lifts her chin so he can watch her hear it. “You’re so easy to love, Helen.”
