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My eyes fall closed when she presses the sweetest, softest kiss to my cheek, and something odd happens to me. My stomach does a strange fluttery thing, and though I know it isn’t physically possible, I’m certain my heart skips a beat.
The way she can’t quite keep her eyes off my bare chest makes me feel like I’m on top of the world,
“They’re my wife’s favorite,” he says simply. “I want her to have access to them whenever she wants, and she doesn’t really like dairy, so we’re changing the formula nationwide.”
I’m calling the chocolate and salted caramel option Mrs. Windsor.”
I reach for the fresh honeycombs I had flown in from New Zealand this morning, just for Raya, hoping to put a smile on her face.
