If I could give you anything,
what would you ask me for?”
“I…don’t…”
“You know. Look at me. What
would you ask me for?”
Her beautiful eyes opened, her
gaze meeting his directly. The
words came, the ones he wanted to
hear, and he knew they were true.
“Your love.”
“Hey, that’s easy. Don’t you know
you already have it? So it’s all good.
Right?”
The little throaty sound of relief
that escaped her as he spoke was
the sexiest thing he’d ever heard.
Her fingers clenched tighter around
the back of his neck, and he
dropped his forehead to hers. “I do
love you, Macy. I love you.” His lips
captured hers. “I love you.”
“I love you too.

Autor: Cherrie Lynn

If I could give you anything,<br />what would you ask me for?”<br />“I…don’t…”<br />“You know. Look at me. What<br />would you ask me for?”<br />Her beautiful eyes opened, her<br />gaze meeting his directly. The<br />words came, the ones he wanted to<br />hear, and he knew they were true.<br />“Your love.”<br />“Hey, that’s easy. Don’t you know<br />you already have it? So it’s all good.<br />Right?”<br />The little throaty sound of relief<br />that escaped her as he spoke was<br />the sexiest thing he’d ever heard.<br />Her fingers clenched tighter around<br />the back of his neck, and he<br />dropped his forehead to hers. “I do<br />love you, Macy. I love you.” His lips<br />captured hers. “I love you.”<br />“I love you too. - Cherrie Lynn




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