“Why are you being so nice and protective? You’re on your best behavior, and I—” “You what?” Stone tilts his head. “You don’t like it?” I have butterflies. Like, full-on rapidly flying butterflies. “No. I do.” In fact, it has me thinking dangerous things—like how I don’t want to live without him. “I just…don’t understand.” Stone laughs. His head falls, and I can’t read him like usual. “Sticks, what don’t you understand?” “Wh—” “Baby, I’m fucking obsessed with you.” His deep voice is hot. “I can’t sleep if you’re not beside me. I can’t eat if you’re at work and I’m not sitting there in a booth,
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