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The scent of s*x and summer flowers lingered in the air. Luke ran a knuckle down Agathe’s upper arm, admiring the warm tone of her skin against his paler complexion. Her head lay across his shoulder, and she smiled up at him, sated in his bed.
“Go on that date with me.” His voice was hushed and heavy, and he kissed the top of her hair; a gesture more intimate than he usually enacted, but he needed to indulge in a rare moment of affection.
She groaned and turned to bury her face against his neck. “Why?”
Because I might be in love with you.
He couldn’t share his true thoughts, so he let out a soft chuckle, deciding not to get too insulted by her protest. “Because I want to get to know you outside of this bed.”
She laughed, her breath brushing his skin. “You’ve known me in other plac
