“You’re fucking exquisite, Wendy Marin.” I can’t help it. I burst out laughing. It’s a short laugh, but it releases all the tension I’d had built up in my chest. I look into Fitz’s eyes, and I know he’s being genuine. It reeks out of him like there’s not a single bone in his body that even knows how to be anything but. “Only you,” I tell him, adjusting myself in his lap and threading my fingers through the hair on the back of his neck. “Only you would tell a half-naked woman who’s sitting on top of your boner that she’s exquisite, Fitz Higgins.” Fitz smiles, then shakes his head. “Not any
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