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... mock despair, lips twisting in that familiar teasing smile. "Sometimes I think you don’t love me," he said wryly, half challenge, half plea.
Anna’s jaw dropped at the absurdity, the ridiculousness of it striking her with a sudden, sharp jolt of amusement. She raised an eyebrow, her hand drawing a soft path across his chest before leaning forward, leaving a slow kiss on his cheek. Her lips seared heat into him, soft but inexorable. "Don’t look at me that way," she breathed, her voice husk ...
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