He liked this. This didn't require thinking, only feeling and drinking her in, and the voices in his head faded out when she took over his senses.
"Thank you, sweetheart. Are you my present? Where's the bow so I can start unwrapping you?" He tugged at her shirt hem playfully. "Or did you have something else in mind first?"
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