“Well, I’m impressed,” I tell him, and he tips his head back to laugh. Wiping a hand over my face, I don’t fight my own laugh. When he looks back at me, I smile and his own answering grin is stunning. “Must have been good, to get you to smile like that,” he says, sounding happy and a little bit smug. “Yes, all right.” I nudge him with my leg, and he bends down to kiss the top of my left thigh before getting to his feet. He doesn’t go far, but flops down on the couch beside me. We’re silent for several long, comfortable minutes. The room is filled only with the sound of our breathing and the
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