“Say it again,” he demanded in a husky voice, barely releasing my lips from his kiss. “I like you, Frost Jackson,” I repeated. He rumbled a sexy sound. “Well, I love you, Rayne Dear. Always have and never stopped.” He kissed me again, stealing all the air from my lungs and coherent thought from my head, then released me abruptly. “Reach under your seat, beautiful, I packed a thermos of coffee for the drive.” My brain was still back on that kiss, then I swore it stumbled and forgot how to run the brain cells together at all. He loved me. He loved me. It was like I played the declaration on
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Frost 💜
