Accidentally All of Me
When she looked at me, when she touched me, when she kissed me, and when she told me that she loved me, there was just no denying the sweet, sacred truth that I was crazy about her and that I didn’t want anything to change.
“We’re not going to get busted by Winnie again, are we?” she asked, half-joking.
I grinned when I remembered my niece walking in on the two of us when she had first stayed the night here.
“No, there’s no reason to worry about that,” I promised her. “Yara’s taking care of her, and I made sure to tell her that if she was coming anywhere close to the house, she had to let me know so that we didn’t get busted again.”
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