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“And?”
“And I never thought I’d get the chance.”
I touch his face.
“Well, here I am.”
“Yeah.” His mouth curves faintly. “Here you are.”
I slide my hands beneath his jacket and push it off his shoulders.
It drops to the floor.
“Gray, I don’t want the boy you used to be.”
He goes still.
“I want you. The man standing right here.”
His eyes search mine.
“Even with all my shit?”
“Especially with your terrible personality.”
He huffs a laugh.
“Smartass.”
“Always.”
I rise onto my toes and kiss him.
He responds immediately, pulling me against his chest.
For several long moments, neither of us speaks.
We don’t need to.
His hands settle at my waist. Mine slide into his hair.
When we finally separate, my pulse is racing.
There’s something I need to tell him.
Something I’ve never told anyone else.
“Gray?”
“Yeah, sweetheart?”
“I need to tell you something.”
He stills.
“Okay.”
I take a breath.
