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Silas coiled one of her wet curls around his finger. “Ocean blue.” “Oh, I never would have—” “And oak wood brown.” She stilled. “And glossy jet black.” Ivy sat up to look at him again. He smiled. “And rosy petal pink.” “Silas…” He cupped the back of her neck, holding her close. “You, love,” he murmured. “You are all my favorite colors.”

