“You’re always my hero,” she half slurred, half laughed. “So pretty.” I waggled my brows at the compliment. “Why, thank you.” “You are,” she offered, tone serious as she reached up to trail a finger down my cheek. “You’re so pretty.” “I’ve been told I have a certain boyish charm that chiseled abs and strong jawlines can’t absorb.” “And silly,” she slurred. “Super silly.” “I love you.” The words flew out of my mouth of their own accord. Forcing a smile, I gave her cheek a playful squeeze before adding, “My little snuckle-bunny.” “Why thank you very much”—she paused to hiccup—“my little spud
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