There was the expected glint of panic, but there was also laughter in his eyes. “Or the table could just disappear and we could scratch our heads and wonder where it went.”
Playful. She hadn’t expected that from him. Not tonight. “We could do that.”
He brushed a finger over her lips. “Surreal . . .”
I love you.
He didn’t say it. Not quite. But when he cupped her face in his hands and kissed her, she
felt
the words.
And that night, when he made love to her and said her name, it sounded like a promise, like a lovely caress.
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