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“Me too. Pick one out.”

I laugh softly.

He smiles, then he turns his head, the smile fading. “Buy every fucking thing you want. Bleed my accounts dry, Raven. Seriously.” He kisses my mouth. “Everything I want in the world is in this bed. You’re mine. My baby’s inside your body. That’s it for me.”

I slide a hand down, giving his forearm a squeeze where there is still a bite mark from my teeth. Then I lace my fingers between his bigger ones, so I’m holding his hand.

“Everything that matters to me is in this bed, too. We’re the same,” I whisper. “Two deep dark souls who were trying to find each other. Then we did.”

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