"Let's just say," and she grimaced as he moved toward her and knelt, "that you're going to have to stick to high-fiving my left hand from now on." When she swooned toward him, she leaned forward just enough to drop her forehead onto his shoulder and then let out a shaky sigh.
"No arguments from me." She liked being picked up by big strong men on the best of days ... she definitely wasn't going to complain about it today.
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