“Tell me what to do. I’ll do anything.” With her face hidden in my shirt, she sighs. “You can start by getting me a glass of wine. I can’t deal with this shit sober.” “Are you gonna run away as soon as I go into the kitchen?” “I had the thought. But I know you’d follow me, so…” She sighs again. “I would. I’ll always follow you. You’re my north star.” She makes a strangled noise and burrows her face deeper against my pec. My heart soaring, I kiss her throat and hold her closer. “Stop sniffing my hair, pervert.” “I can’t help it. Your scent is my favorite drug.” “If you say one more romantic
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