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“I’d join you, but I can’t move yet,” I say, stretching my arms over my head.

“I’ll miss you,” he says as he gets out of bed. I watch him walk naked across the bedroom and into the bathroom. I whistle at him. “That’s quite a view.”

I hear him laugh from the other room.

After a minute, I sit up and grab a piece of paper and pencil from the nightstand and begin to draw. When he comes out of the bathroom, towel low around his waist, he watches me for a moment. “What are you doing?”

I hold out the paper. “I made you something.”

He takes it and his eyes widen a little when he sees it.

It’s a little silly sketch of us on the Spanish steps. His eyes flash up to mine.

“Can you even tell what it is?” I ask. I’m not a great artist, but I do like to doodle.

“Yes.” He doesn’t peel his eyes off the paper.

“I thought you might want one with us in it,” I say, getting out of bed. “It’s nothing like what Maggie’s going to make, but...”

He cuts me off. “It’s perfect.”

Before I have a chance to walk to the bathroom, he grabs me and pulls me back into bed.

Chapter Thirty-Six

Juno

Itrail my finger downhis chest. “I liked that.”

He smiles down at me. “Me too.”

He laughs and shakes his head.

“What?”

“I can’t believe you’re still going – actually I’m surprised you’re still standing after this week.”

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