“I haven’t figured out things at home either.” “We’ll figure it out together.” I burrowed into her belly again. I loved how soft and luscious she felt. “We always do.” She ran the backs of her fingers from my forehead to my chin and up again, and I thought I was going to float away. I hadn’t been this chill in a decade. Longer, probably. “It’s fun being your fake fiancée,” she continued. “I’ve missed hanging out with you and now I get to do it while glaring at anyone who shakes their boobs in your face.” “I don’t think that…happened,” was all I could say. “I know you’re not blind, Ryan. You’re
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