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Her hand stilled on my cheek.
“I showed her. She wants to help me stop. She thinks talking will help, let some of the pain out of me rather than me doing this.”
“Good.” Grabbing her hand, I placed my lips over her knuckles, pressing kisses all over.
“Do you still love me?”
“More,” I said. “That’s why I want you to move in with me, which you never answered.”
“Do you think that’s smart?”
“I think it’s pure genius.”
