“I want messy. I want sleepless nights and diapers. I want to see you at your best and worst, and I promise you—I’ll hold you during both. I want to do more than share a bed with you. I want to lie down every night and wake up every morning with the surety that you’re mine.” His fingers tangled themselves in my hair, his eyes brimming with intensity and need. “I want you to make me those awful eggs,” he said with a soft laugh, his air mixing with mine. “Though I won’t know, because I’ll believe they’re the best thing I’ve ever had. Because that’s what you do, Shay—you somehow manage to take
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