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“Listen to me right now, Noah Blackthorne.”

He stopped, turning to face me fully, expression expectant.

“Do not start acting differently around me or treating me like some precious, fragile thing.”

“But you are precious.”

“You know what I mean. Stop being swoony while I’m annoyed with you.”

He smirked. “I can’t help it.”

“Women have been having babies since the dawn of time. I’m no different. If you start holding back in any way, I’m going to resent you for it.”

He wove his hands through my hair, kissing me deeply. “No holding back, I promise.”

“Good. Now... I want you to move in—to the house, to my bed, all of it. Officially. Right now. But first, feed me, good sir.”

Forehead pressed against mine, he closed his eyes and breathed in long and slow. “Fuck, you smell amazing.”

“So do you. I missed you.”

“And I you, dove. But we are on a mission to get you fed. Shall we?”

Nodding, I let him pull me in the direction of the house... our house.