Jenny sgueezed his hend and could not stop smiling. Everytime he said something like that she wanted to climb into his arms and tell the world to go away.
"Keep talking like that and you can have your wicked, cheesecake way with me any time you want."
The bookstore was a little on the dusty, cluttered side, the air scented with old paper and lavender. It wasn't chain-store large, but a lot more inviting to the serious reader.
Jenny turned the handle. "Prepare to want to move in forever."
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