“What, exactly, is so incredible about me?” he continued. I shoved his side. “You’re incredibly full of yourself, for one. And incredibly moody.” He laid back and gazed at me, that lazy, happy smile so at odds with his hard lines and piercing eyes. “And thoughtful,” I conceded, lowering on my side to face him. “Loyal. Handsome. Dedicated and compassionate.” He hummed, and the sound vibrated down my spine. “What was that?” “Dedicated? Compassionate?” “Before those.” His fingers played with my hair on the pillow. I rolled my eyes. “I guess one might find you handsome.” “Really, now?” With a
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