“Likewise?” She snorted.
He chuckled. “Okay, I’m not the writer that you are. What can I say?”
She searched his eyes and smiled. “Kiss me.”
“Kiss me? You want me to say, kiss me?”
“No, silly.” She wrapped her arms around his neck and looked into his eyes. “Kiss me.”
And he did—slow—long—and deep.
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