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MARI
By the time it was fully dark, Zac and I lay curled together on the dock, my head on his shoulder, and his hand slowly stroking over my hair, down my back, and across my bottom. I sighed in contentment, and he chuckled with masculine accomplishment.
“We missed the sunset,” he said.
I shrugged, and he laughed.
“I have a feeling you don’t even care,” he murmured. When I shook my head, he admitted, “Me neither.”
After a moment of peaceful quiet, however, he asked, “What do you usually think about when you watch them, though? The sunsets. You’re always so thoughtful and intense when you do it.”
I shrugged before patting blindly around the dock for my phone. Reading my intentions, Zac joined in the search before handing me the device a moment later.
“I don’t remember what I thin
