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A grin spreads across his face. "I like you in my shirt."

I glance down at what I'm wearing. "Yeah?"

"Yeah."

I hadn't picked it up intentionally—it was just the first thing I grabbed from the floor—but Culver definitely has a thing for me wearing his clothes. It's like it triggers something in him, something primal, maybe even a little possessive.

And I have to say…I like it.

He frowns.

"What's wrong?" I ask.

"How come you're all the way over there?"

"Aww. Are you missing me already?"

He makes a grunting sound that makes it clear he does, so I slip under the sheets and scooch up until I'm tucked in tightly against his body.

"How was last night for you?" he asks, his voice low and husky.

I smile even though I’m facing away from him, and he can’t see me. "Magical. And for you?"

"Magical times ten."

"Just ten?" I tease.

"You didn’t let me finish. I was going to say ten…million."

"That’s better."

He wraps his arms around me tighter and presses a series of kisses to the back of my neck. "Is it wrong that I never want to let you go?"

"No. That's perfectly acceptable."

"Good. 'Cause we're not leaving this bed today."

"Uh, what about the festival?"

"Is that today?" He groans. "Can we cancel?"

"And give Doyle the satisfaction? No way. But…"

"Yes?"

"We have a few hours before we need to be there."

"In that case…." He starts nibbling on my shoulder. "For the next few hours, you're mine."

18

Hannah

"My, dear, your skin looks fabulous today," Ms. Patty says, applying a light, luminous foundation to my face. "What have you been doing?"

Oh, you know, nothing special. Just being intimate with the man I've been secretly in love with for years, something I never expected or even dared to hope for because we're best friends. No biggie.

I look at her in the mirror and smile. "I switched moisturizers."

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