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“Jude,” she chided gently.

“Sorry. Congratulations.”

He sounded so miserable she had to bite back a smile. “Thank you.”

He sighed. “I know you need your own place, and I’m glad you love it. I just miss you. And I hate that it’s so far away.”

She rolled her eyes at the familiar complaint. “It’s a fifteen-minute walk.”

“It used to be fifteen seconds,” he reminded her. “And I didn’t have to put pants on.”

“That didn’t stop you from coming over to help me christen my new bed.”

He smiled fondly at the memory. “That was a fun night. Your neighbors were very understanding.”

“They were understanding after we promised to move the bed to the other wall, and you gave them free tickets with rink-side seats.”

“You’re always telling me to cultivate good fan relations.”

“Hmm.” She looped her arms around his neck. “I love you, Jude.”

“You’re saying that to distract me from the fact that you moved out.”

“Is it working?”

His arms tightened. “Maybe. What else you got?”

Amused, she reached up to brush her fingers over his mustache, wet from her and the shower. “You need a trim.”

“Okay, that’ll work,” he decided, and she laughed. “Did you bring your scissors?”

“In my makeup bag,” she confirmed. “I’ll do it tonight.”

“I’m going to be too full of turkey to fuck tonight,” he complained.

“We don’t have to fuck after,” she pointed out.

“Then what’s the point?”

“I’ll do it in the morning,” she promised, loving the banter. Loving him.

“We’re driving to your parents in the morning,” he reminded her.

“All the more reason to fuck first.”

He dipped his head to nibble at her shoulder. “Why wait when we could do it now?”

“We don’t have time,” she chided even as she rubbed her belly against his growing erection. “We’re already late.”

“What’s ten more minutes?” he mumbled against her neck.

She snorted. “Ten minutes, right.”

“I can do it in ten,” he said, lifting his head to grin at her. “If we skip the mustache trim.”

“I thought the mustache trim was the point?”

“No, it’s the foreplay,” he corrected, waggling his eyebrows. “And I don’t need it.”

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