“Cake,” Ryan whispered, his lips barely a breath from mine. “I promised you cake.” I ran a hand down the back of his neck. His eyes fluttered shut and the growly noise in his chest made me think about the way my fingers felt as they tripped over velvet. “It’s a requirement. We’re not legally married without sharing some cake.” “Yes, a wise woman told me all about that.” He laughed as he straightened the ribbons at my shoulders. “Let me show you what we came up with.” Ryan led me to the other end of the deck and I gasped when I saw the small cake, sculpted and decorated to look like a tower of
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