“Because I like doing nice things for you,” I tell him, kissing his jaw, nibbling at the neatly trimmed scruff he keeps there now. “Because I wanted to see the look on your face when you put it together.” My lips move up to his cheek, brushing against it where his dimples pop. “Because putting a smile on your face is my favorite thing to do every day.” Licking the seam of his lips, I mold my mouth to his in a rough kiss I never want to end. “Because I wanted to give us a place here, where we fell in love, to be ours,” I whisper against his mouth, barely able to breathe, I’m so consumed by him.
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