“Southerners are so freaking weird.” He makes this whispered proclamation while our lips are still pressed together, and I smile. “Yeah,” I move to kiss the smooth skin below his right ear and am rewarded with a cascade of goosebumps along his neck. “But you love it. Or me, anyway,” I whisper into his ear and suck on his earlobe. A shiver runs through his body, and he presses even tighter against me. Then he leans back enough to see me. The depth of emotion pouring from him is staggering. “I really do. I love you, Ryne.” I will never get tired of hearing it. There’s only one thing keeping me
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