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I snuggle closer to him, happily sniffing his throat. “I loved it.” He murmurs, “I know you did, baby. Me, too.” We’re quiet for a while, until I remember what I’d been talking to Sloane about before he crashed through the door. “Um. I need to ask you a favor.” He’d been caressing my skin, but his hand falls still. “What is it?” “When you’re not here…I’m not sure how to say this without it sounding like I’m complaining.” “Say it anyway.” I exhale a hard breath. “Okay. The thing is, when I don’t hear from you for days at a time, I worry. You live a dangerous life. I have no way of knowing from one day to the next if you’re…if anything has happened to you. And if it had, I’d never find out. It would be like…” When I pause to gather my thoughts, he says simply, “Your fiancé.” Of cours
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