Arms full of books, I stare at him. And I just keep staring until my gaze catches on a familiar cover from a series I’ve been wanting to read forever. This… He… Books are your love language, huh? My legs go weak, and only his arms bracing beneath my elbows keep me from plummeting to the ground. Tenderly, he lifts my books away, sets them on the shelf, and murmurs, “Do you want to trip and fall into my mouth again?” I press my face against his chest, letting my arms snake around him. “This isn’t fair. How am I supposed to tell you I love you now without you thinking it’s just because you bought
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