I swallowed hard. Oh . . . God. I loved him. I fucking loved him. I threw the pad and pen on the couch and crept back into the bedroom. I squatted on the floor beside him and brushed a disobedient twist of blond hair from his forehead. I drank in the angles of his face now soft in sleep, his smooth pale skin, and the way his full blush lips parted just a little with each breath. I smiled and tugged the covers over his bare shoulder and then fell on my bum and stared up at him. My heart beat against my ribs as I watched him sleep. I was definitely whole-heartedly, undeniably, and stupidly in
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