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like perfect,” I murmured. “I like imperfect too. I like wild and reckless moments that you never forget.”
“Don’t run away from me. Don’t pretend that you don’t know what it feels like when I’m fucking you.”
Eloise was my wife. There wasn’t a damn thing fake about this marriage. Not anymore.
Freedom to make sure that if the Edens ever did sell The Eloise Inn, I’d buy it in a heartbeat for Eloise.
