“Tell me you’ve thought about me,” I whisper, my heart drumming rapidly. She rakes her fingers through the hair at my nape, sending a warm shiver through me. “I have,” she says into my skin. “You’ve what?” I lean back for a better view. I need to hear her say it. “I’ve thought about you,” she admits, loosening her hold on me just a little. My shoulders relax, and I let out a long exhale. I cup her face with both hands so I can soak in all her lovely features. The face that’s overpowered my dreams for the past year. Her laughter breaks the silence, and she rests her palms on my chest. “I can’t
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