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to him. He smells good, freshly
showered with just a hint of spicy
cologne. I lean my head against his
chest. He's no longer angry. I let out a
breath.
“She barely notices me anymore.”
He cages me against the counter. I smile,
then turn in his arms, wrapping mine
around his thick neck while tangling my
hands through the hair at the nape.
