She was perched cross-legged on the counter. He hung the dress on a hook before approaching, stopping directly behind her. “Am I taking too long?” she asked, looking down to dig through the bag. “No, beautiful,” he answered, pressing his lips to her neck, unable to help himself. She leaned back into him, her head immediately falling onto his shoulder, allowing him better access to her throat. He groaned at the action. “Why do we always have some place to be at times like these?” Stormy eyes met his in the mirror, and a soft, almost-smile tilted up the corner of her mouth. That smile nearly
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