“But you love me, right?” Oh shit … I said that. But I meant it in a playful banter kind of way. My gaze drops to my feet as I scuff my boots against the driveway dotted with a few patches of caked-on snow. “Yes. I do.” My head snaps up, jaw dropped. Nate slips his hands into his pockets, shoulders lifting to his ears in an innocent shrug. “Always have. Always will.” “Nate …” I say because all other words fail me. Keeping his hands in his pockets, like they’re there to keep him out of trouble, he bends forward and kisses the top of my head. Staying there, he murmurs, “It’s not an expectant
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