“You really want to stay married to me?” I ask softly. I’ve pushed him away so hard because deep down, I was terrified. Terrified of caring enough that he could leave me. “Yeah, I really fucking do, Mrs. Quinn. I rather like you.” A smile spreads across my lips. “Love and hate can walk the same line, I suppose.” “There was never any hate, was there?” he murmurs, brushing his lips against mine. I shake my head. “Annoyance and jealousy, maybe.” “Admitting it is the first step.” “Are you going to show me this new kink or…?” “New?” His brow arches. I narrow my eyes. “You better not be doing that
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it might be more efficient to just highlight the whole book now and UNhighlight things that DON'T give me all the feels. not sure anything would get removed though. >.<
