“Then yes. You’d be my trophy. I’d show you off every chance I got.” His lips curved into a playful smile. “Where would you take me?” “You mean when you’re not tied to my bed?” “Yes, exactly. When you’re not being an absolute pervert,” he teased, his voice light but tinged with affection. I smirked. “I’d take you everywhere. Paris to indulge in pastries. Italy to drink wine in vineyards. Greece for grappa and to smash dishes. Bali to swim. Iceland to see the northern lights. Hell, I’d even take you to Antarctica to freeze your ass off at that igloo camp.” He chuckled, his eyes softening as I
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