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“Anything.”
“Does this mean we’re going to need a building permit?”
He throws back his head and laughs.
Then kisses me.
Slowly.
Thoroughly.
Until my knees feel suspiciously unreliable.
When he finally pulls away, his forehead rests against mine.
“I’ve created countless dreams,” he murmurs.
“I know.”
“Palaces. Kingdoms. Entire worlds built from mortal desire.”
I smile.
“Show-off.”
He brushes his thumb across my cheek.
“But of all the dreams I’ve ever created, the life we’re building together is my favorite.”
My heart squeezes.
“Oh, sweetheart.”
He smiles.
“Too sentimental?”
“A little.”
“Shall I say something inappropriate instead?”
I laugh.
“Please do.”
His mouth curves.
“Then I suggest we make excellent use of that enormous bed.”
I grin.
“Now you’re speaking my language.”
He sweeps me into his arms.
I squeal.
“Morpheus!”
