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This can’t be good.

There’s a small delay before Wes arrives in the doorway, yet when he finally does, there’s no stopping my teeth from sinking into my bottom lip.

StrangeNewWorldshavemercy,how this man only continues to get better with age is aStar Trekmystery they should look into.

His mismatched eyes are still the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.

His strong, solid, stoic frame is even more cut than the day we officially met due to vigorous exercise withandwithout his son.

And his smile?

His slightly off kilter, slightly bashful, slightly sweet and sexy and savage, smile?

It’s never lost the art of making my panties wet.

You know.

WhenI wear them.

Still not a major fan.

Probably never will be.

Wes adjusts the collar to his long, black coat, shifts his wordsearch booklet to his other hand, and defeatedly sighs during his stroll towards me.

Yeah.

This isreallynot good.

I push a wide mouth grin onto my expression and wind both arms around his torso the instant he’s within reach. “Mr. Wilcox.”

An unmistakable, happy groan precedes his mouth from crashing into mine. Our tongues waste no time welcoming one another home nor does his free hand hesitate to wrap itself around the nape of my neck.

Squeeze.

Anchor me to him.

To the fact that I’m really here.

To the fact that in spite of being so many miles apart nothing horrible happened.

Fear and panic are still Wes’s default settings much like stubbornness and control; however, I do my best to be understanding.

Afterall, we have been through an unfortunate amount of hellish things in our relationship.

They just aren’tthe onlythings we’ve been through.

And that’s what I have to keep reminding him about.

Even a decade later.

Our mouths reluctantly separate at which point he huskily murmurs, “Mrs. Wilcox.”

There isn’t time to exchange anymore pleasantries courtesy of squeaking in the background, “Finsssss!”

“Twins!!!!”

Glancing over my shoulders is done at the same moment Wy’s younger sibling’s fling themselves at his legs, curling tightly around him, their tiny faces piercing with pure relief.

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