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Since I was a little girl, I’ve wanted to marry Easton Hayes. Wanted the white dress and the long aisle. Wanted to wake up next to him and know he was mine. Really mine. I’m pretty sure I doodled Mrs. Madeline Hayes a time or ten in a notebook after I met him the very first time.
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It was a whole lot easier to be mad at him when he wasn’t close enough to touch. I blame the touching. The touching leads to trouble. The problem is . . . I think I’d like that kind of trouble.
Me too😁
They’re married now, Kenz. Pretty sure she’s going to play with his peen.
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😂
“I’m so fucking tired of acting like I’m just your friend, princess.” He takes my mouth in a desperate kiss. “Tired of acting like you’re not my girl.” One strong arm slides around the center of my back and presses us impossibly closer together. “Like I don’t want you. Like I haven’t always fucking wanted you.” Holy hotness wrapped up in a hockey-player package. I’m pretty sure I just soaked my panties.
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“You gonna break my heart, princess?” “God, Easton. Do you really not know?” I close my eyes and decide there’s no going back now. “It’s you. It’s always been you, and it’s going to always be you. I have loved you . . . God, I’ve loved you for as long as I can remember. I want to be old and gray and sitting on our porch one day a million years from now, surrounded by all our grandchildren who love to skate.”
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