“Happy birthday,” I finally whispered, no tease to my voice. Otto reached out and ran his knuckle down the side of my face. “Best birthday ever.” “I want to spend every one of them with you,” I admitted through the calm stillness that had taken over his room. A soft puff of air escaped his nose, and he kept tracing his fingers over the contours of my face. “Have spent the last seven years wanting that, Raven. Wanting to belong to you. Wanting to be the lucky bastard who got to sleep next to you and wake up with you in his arms. The lucky bastard who got to love you and cherish you and give you
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