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More importantly, she was human. I had sworn off fucking with anything mortal during the Carter Administration.
And there was my most prized possession: a framed oil painting of Edward Cullen on the wall above the sink, sparkly and magnificent as he gazed moodily into the middle distance.
“The truth is, I quite like making you happy.” He shook his head. “I’m frightened to think too much about what that means, because I honestly can’t remember the last time I wanted to do anything for another person, simply for its own sake. And without having an ulterior motive.” His eyes, when they met mine, were so intense I had to look away. “But for you, I would brave a blizzard just to see you smile.”
If her eyes had been open, she’d have seen it written all over my face just how desperately I was falling for her.
Reggie let out a quiet moan. “You’re so hot when you talk taxes,” he breathed.
