As I close the laptop, scooting it away from me on the slick glass tabletop and push my chair back across the kitchen floor, Nathan closes the space between us and leans against the kitchen table. He cups my cheek in his hand and leans forward to whisper against my lips, “I love you.”
He presses his lips against mine for a sweet, chaste kiss that makes every inch of my body relax and melt into him. The moment he breaks it, far before I’m ready for the tender touch to end, I tell him words he already knows, “I love you, too.”
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The End