Page 95 of Fight Or Flight

“I’m never going to be able to beat this when it’s your birthday.”

He grins.

“So, I did good?”

“You did amazing,” I whisper, raising my hands to his cheeks. Standing on tiptoe, I cover his mouth with mine. “I love you, Eric Montgomery, so damn much,” I whisper hoarsely.

My first.

My last.

My everything.

I love you, soldier boy.

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