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“I wouldn’t want you to be anyone else.”
“Why do you care what matters to me?” His hand slips into my hair and settles at the base of my head, drawing me closer to him. “Because you matter to me.”
“I don’t want the cake, Phoenix.” He pulls me closer and flattens my hand against his chest to feel the thundering rhythm under my palm. “Does yours race this way when we’re together too?”
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She’s mine, and I am hers. Nothing will change that, and nothing will take her from me—whatever may come.
