“I like your cookies,” I said.
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She tipped her head back, her eyes narrowed. “What does that mean?”
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I lifted a shoulder. “It means I like your cookies.”
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She watched me for a moment before that adorably evil grin spread across her face. “You didn’t think you would, right? It’s killing you to admit it.”
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I stared at her mouth. “There are a lot of things killing me right now.”
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Sunny looked down to where I stroked the German shepherd’s head now. His tail thumped against the floor. “Tell me two of them.”
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Sunny was beautiful. I’d known that since the first morning, but seeing her up close like this turned my heart into a racehorse and that was enough to sweep every rational thought from my mind. I didn’t need self-preservation and I didn’t need to know better when I was right here. I didn’t need a damn thing.
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I brought my hand to her jaw, pressing my thumb to her top lip. “One,” I said, groaning at the feel of her against my skin. I dragged my thumb to her bottom lip and died a little when I felt her tongue flick over me. “Two.”
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