“Are you in love with Wonder Woman?” A sound of displeasure rumbles through his chest. “You know I’m not. You know what that was about.” “I want you to say it out loud.” He swallows. The hand he fisted in my hair shakes. His voice low and hoarse, he says, “It’s you. It’s always been you. Anyone else could only ever be a placeholder. How do you not fucking know that?” My heart singing at his words, I say, “Probably because you’ve been so busy being awful to me.” “Forgive me.” “Say please.” “Please.” I study his handsome face, so dear to me and also so goddamn annoying, and exhale a breath I’ve
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