Darcy’s eyes widen, pupils flaring past every shade of green in her irises, and my blood drums in my ears. Why did I say that? Because I want her. I want her so fucking badly. Being so close to her is agony, inhaling her scent and feeling the warmth of her skin, watching her pretty, plump lips curve into a pleased smile in response to the present I picked out for her. At dinner, she claimed buying gifts was one downside of being in a relationship, but shopping for her Valentine’s Day gifts was the highlight of my week. Spending money on her gave me an expanding sense of masculine pride. Buying
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