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Will felt like a new person with Merry laughing in his arms. He felt alive in a way he hadn't for so many years; alive and on fire. He wanted her with a feverish intensity that maybe should have scared him—but didn't.
When he reached her bedroom, which wasn't hard to find in the tiny apartment, he set her down on her feet. The caveman act only went so far. Even though his palms tingled with the need to touch her, he had to make sure they were on the same page with this.
Her bed held a comforter the color of cabernet and a profusion of silk pillows. A yoga mat was propped in the corner with some free weights littered around it. An empty wine glass sat near a pile of books on the nightstand, precariously close to the edge.
He reached out and nudged it to a safer spot.
"Are you trying
