“Now, will you please get my stuff out of the car?” My hand found my hip as I looked up at him. Then his face broke into a smile. “Sure, baby.” He took my keys and popped the hood with me watching his corded back. As he carried my bags inside, I followed behind him, nearly swooning from how good he smelled. “What’s for dinner tonight?” he asked once the front door was closed. He carried my bags to the sofa and sat down next to them. One by one, he started going through the bags, commenting on each of my outfits, shoes, and even perfume. “I like how this one smells,” he said of the Dior.
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