Got Too Close
How could anyone throw this gold mine away?
“I chose you, Matteo,” I murmured. “You’re mine, and I’m never letting go.”
His eyes searched mine. “Promise?”
“Promise,” I whispered, pressing a kiss to his forehead. “You’re stuck with me forever.”
He smiled. “Good. ’Cause I like your hugs better.”
I pulled him close, my arms wrapping around him as if I could shield him from every Alexa in the world. “I like yours better, too,” I murmured.
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