“Evander?” “I’m still right here.” I turn to face him, taking him in for a moment. The dark hair that falls into his eyes. The slowly growing shadow of stubble that lines his cheeks, the same color as the hair on his chest. He is every bit a woman’s fantasy and I take a moment to savor the fact that—at least for now—he is mine. “What?” Evander chuckles and crosses to me, hooking my chin. He pulls my face up, almost kissing me. “You see something you like?” “I do.” I grin and rise onto my toes to kiss him lightly and then withdraw. The light expression evaporates off my cheeks, fast enough that
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