Finally, I broke the quiet, my voice soft but clear. “Thank you,” I murmured, the words carrying more weight than their simplicity suggested. He tilted his head, his dark eyes catching mine, a faint smile tugging at his lips. “For what?” he asked, his fingers tracing lazy, soothing circles over the back of my hand. The touch was gentle, but it sent a spark skittering up my arm, igniting something deep within me. “Everything,” I replied, my voice barely above a whisper. I meant it—every moment, every sacrifice, every time he’d been there without me needing to ask. He chuckled, a low, rumbling sound that vibrated through his chest and into me. “Hmm, no thanks required,” he said, his tone teasing but warm. His fingers paused their circling, pressing lightly against my skin. “But if you insist on thanking me, maybe there’s a better way.” His voice dropped, taking on a suggestive edge that made my pulse quicken. “Finish what you started this morning.” My cheeks burned as the memory of
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