quickly closing the distance between us as he closes in on my space. He bends slightly, wrapping one arm under my ass to lift me in the air where I stay, my body tightly wrapped in his arms. “That’s my fucking wife,” he says with a glimmer in his eyes. “I’m not your wife,” I remind him, although my heart is pounding from hearing him call me his wife. I like it a little too much. “You’re mine in every way that counts, so basically, you’re my wife already,” he explains, that dimpled smile on his face that I want to kiss so badly it aches. “I love you,” I tell him, feeling nothing but happiness
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