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"God, Maeve." He chuckled softly as he leaned down to kiss me on the forehead. "You make me fall more in love with you every time you open your mouth."

My heart fluttered and I felt my lips part as I processed his words. How could he be so casual when confessing that to me? "Really?" I asked, flustered. "You love me, even though I am, well...me?" I smiled, feeling the butterflies batting around in my stomach as I clutched him tighter.

His lips twitched in amusement. "That's kinda why I love you. There's no "even though," blondie."