“Tell me you love me.” “I love you, Jeremy,” I murmur. “Am I the only one you love?” “Only you.” I touch his cheek, melting when he leans into my touch. “Do you love me?” “I’m fucking crazy about you, Lisichka. I love you more than words can express.” “What do you love about me?” “Your melodic voice and the elegant way you speak.” He kisses my throat where my vocal cords are. “Your addictive taste.” He nibbles on my pulse point. “Your fucking water lilies scent that if I don’t smell, I get a headache.” He sniffs my neck and then behind my ears before he kisses my nose, my cheek, and my eyes.
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