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“I know you can, Gav. But you don’t have to. We’re a team.” He steers the cart toward the dairy section, one hand resting on the small of my back. “Now, what’s next on the list? I wanna get out of here so I can get you out of those jeans.”

“Eggs,” I say. “And Greek yogurt.”

He leans in, his lips brushing my ear. “You know what else is high in protein?”

I swat him away, laughing. “Behave yourself. We’re in public.”

But I’m already walking faster toward the dairy case, my jeans a little tighter than they were a minute ago. Because I can’t wait to get back to the room either.

Ourroom.

The End

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