“You don’t have to say that,” Ian said hoarsely. “Don’t say it again. Not until — unless you mean it.” What? I blinked up at him, getting the water off my eyelashes. “What the fuck? Do you think I’d say that without — I’ve never said that to anyone!” I shoved his chest, and then whimpered as the motion pulled on me, in places that shouldn’t be pulled on. “Ow! Fuck you, Ian! I love you, even though you’re an asshole, and the best thing you can say is Don’t say it again?” Ian let go of me to roll us over again, so that he was on top. Very much on top, pinning me down completely, his face only
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