He looks so serious and wounded, I want to kiss him. So I do. My lips seal to his and I swipe the crumbs of the disgustingly sweet macarons from his lips. “I lied. I was never in love.” His smile is blinding and he licks his lips as if chasing away mine, then he frowns. “Why did you lie?” “You were looking at me weird.” “How weird?” “Like you wanted to devour me on the spot.” “I always wanted to devour you, baby.” “Oh, really? I must’ve missed that.” “Christ. Was that sarcasm again?” I grab the kettle and pour water into two mugs. “Make yourself useful and help me set up the table.” “Give me
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