“Home?” she questions with that sarcastic little pitch that makes me want to slam her into the bed and punish her. “Yes, Stardust. What's mine is yours.” “No, that only applies to married couples.” Shaking her head, she scrunches her nose, the way she always does when my fortune is mentioned. “Have I not told you? We're getting married.” Lifting her left hand, she makes a show of glaring at the empty ring finger, pulling a rare laugh out of me. “I don't remember being asked.” “Do you truly think I'd give you the choice?” I tease, although I'm still half serious. She could say no a hundred
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