“So look as much as you want. I’ll always want your eyes on me.” I gulped, suddenly uneasy, although it faded fast. My body couldn’t take any tension now, it seemed. I was floating. So I just ignored the “always” that sounded like a declaration. It was just a heat-of-the-moment kind of word, anyway. Like all the others he’d said. Pet. Sweetheart. Baby. Darling. Love. Something sweet and fragile fluttered in my belly when I remembered the way he’d said that last one. It was a demand and a plea, his hissy voice turning it into something special. One-of-a-kind word that I would treasure in my
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