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Nico smiled at me. It was like being bathed in sunshine. “Don’t get me wrong, now, that cookie between your legs is fine. More than fine,” he amended with a chuckle when I glared at him. “But the real cookie’s your heart, baby. That’s the cookie I always wanted. You gave me little nibbles. You even gave me a couple of big bites. But you finally gave all of it to me today, right now.” All traces of humor left his face. His voice dropped to a soft, wondering whisper. “And it’s the sweetest thing I ever tasted in my life.” I let it sit there a moment, not daring to speak. Speaking might ruin it. And I wanted to remember this moment forever, remember exactly how he was looking at me, how it seemed as if we’d just discovered a new planet together. As if we’d just opened the door on an entirely
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