“It was…” I twist and lean in eye to eye with him. “Conniving.” Fear colors his eyes until I drop my mouth to his neck. “Underhanded.” Another kiss. “Desperate.” He hums, catching on after my next kiss. “Sweet.” “So you’re not mad?” he says in a raspy voice as I drag him back down into our comforter cocoon of love. “Endearing.” “Some of these things were truly awful ideas.” He’s trying to point to items on this list now, but I’m not interested. “Romantic.” “Okay, so I guess we’re done with it since you just tossed it across the room like that?” “Sexy.” Now he’s kissing me. “So you forgive me?”
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