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Epilogue
HAILEY
Six years later…
It was Sunday morning, and Percie just came back from his run. It was a part of my daily routine to wake up early since we got married almost three years ago, just right after I graduated from college.
“Baby, you came back early.” I kissed him on his lips.
He was sweating everywhere.
I gave him a towel. “And please, don’t wake them up until Grands and your parents arrive. Mom and Dad are on their way.”
“I missed you as soon as left the house.” He smiled, wiping off the sweat on his forehead.
I rolled my eyes. “I thought after what we did last night, you won’t miss me until you go on your business trip on Monday.”
I suddenly remembered how we made love last night. He never ceased to amaze me. I could guarantee the saying rock your world was so real. He was still hot in bed. The sex was always amazing even if we’d been together as a couple for a
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