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all because she got sucked in by a cute accent and a pair of very blue eyes.
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They might as well have put signs in the front yard, here there be witches, for fuck’s sake.
He’d felt like someone had hit him solidly in the chest when he’d seen her there at the Solstice Revel,
“I . . . felt . . . ,” he said now, remembering, “as though I might . . . have loving feelings.”
but even if he hadn’t heard her voice, he would’ve recognized her, would’ve known that shape anywhere. Even after nine years. Even in the dark.
Had he always found polka dots so instantly, intensely erotic?
Polka dots had replaced black lace and red satin in any sexual fantasy he might have for the rest of his life.
“Actually, number three was going to be a pervy reference to our past, so probably best you leave me here to die.”
Vivi had a sudden, explicit memory of that same pendant dangling against her chest as he’d moved above her, inside her, and felt her face flame hot.
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Rhys figured the accent did most of the heavy lifting for him,
and as she blew a strand out of her face, Rhys’s heart kicked painfully against his chest.
One of her front teeth had the tiniest chip in it. He’d forgotten that. He’d loved that.
“Only if you’re trying to contact a particularly pretentious prick,” Rhys said, and Vivi raised her eyebrows. “So it’ll work to contact you, then?”
Do not notice how nice her legs look as she’s stepping over possessed pieces of plastic, you absolute pervert,
“‘Overly dramatic and stupid’ describes my entire teenage career, so no.”
“You came for one summer course, which I don’t think you actually attended more than, what? Five classes of?” Rhys winked at her. “And whose fault was that?”
he suddenly, desperately, wanted to know everything about her.
He would’ve liked to have said he didn’t check for any guys, but that would have been the most blatant of lies.
“Bollocks,” he countered. “Extremely not bollocks.”
He kissed her like he’d been dying to kiss her every one of these past nine years, a low growl rumbling in his chest when his tongue met hers,
Vivi did not take a flying leap from her chair to straddle his lap, which really showed a lot of restraint on her part, she thought.
What Rhys knew was that kissing her had felt like waking up.
Better than any magic, Vivienne’s kiss.
but then, he was becoming used to finding literally everything Vivienne did erotic.
“Oh, fuck me running.”
This place probably is too freaky to get freaky in.
“And I’m not exactly a taker anyway, more of a giver, really.” “She’s not interested in your sexual prowess, Rhys,”
“I was mad about you, Vivienne,” he said softly. Sincerely. “Utterly mad.”
“I am mad about you, Vivienne Jones. Again. Or maybe I should say still, because I’m gonna be real honest with you here, cariad. I don’t think it ever went away.”
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“Christ Jesus, you’re lovely,”
“You bloody gorgeous girl.”
Finally, fucking finally mine.
he said now, rising from the couch to stand in front of her, bracing his hands on the doorframe above her head.
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and truly, how could any man not be wildly in love with her?
Rhys was fairly certain he had cartoon hearts literally pouring out of his eyes,
“Morning, my darling,”
“I do run a business, you know. I occasionally get up early, and have even been known to make a spreadsheet or two.” “Entirely too early for dirty talk.”
even though he knew he should probably be a little worried for himself, it was the idea of anything happening to her that had his stomach in knots,
To hell with the town, to hell with him, just don’t let Vivienne risk her own life to save either, he thought.
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“And so I thought what I could do to make myself less of a sad bastard, and I realized the only thing for it was to be with you.
but I want you to know that you’re everything to me, Vivienne. Everything.”
If you need to be here, then I need to be here. Simple as that.”
Because I love you, too. You’ve had my heart just as long, and I trust you with it.”
