Page 21 of Grumpy Hearted Mountain Man
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“Hey Sull?”
“Yeah?”
“I love you, you know.”
“I know.”
“You can say it back.”
“I know.”
“Hey,” I say, playfully swatting at his shoulder.
“I could tell you I love you, baby,” he says, cupping my cheek and locking me in place with that steely gaze of his—the one that makes my nipples buzz. “But I’d much rather show you.”
“Okay, I’ll accept that.”
“Good.” He presses his lips to mine, kissing me so thoroughly the bones in my legs instantly turn to liquid. “Now let’s go so I can get to the showing part.”
