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“They are cited to be quite relentless maters.”
He was reading the wrong articles. Resignation gave way to amusement and then unalloyed joy. “You love me.”
“Ididsay it this time.”
She did. And her declaration had dripped with sarcasm too.
“I love you.” He repeated the words over and over, punctuating each with a kiss to her forehead, her cheeks, her nose, her ear.
Afterwards, she asked breathlessly, “Then you approve of my affections?”
“Approve?” He gathered her into his arms and pressed his face into her clove-scented shoulder, finally knowing where he belonged.
“I approve,” he said, his heart and life full. “I am the luckiest of men.”
