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Her warm, satisfied body curled around me, and she ran her fingers through my hair. “Can we do that again?”
“We can do that as many times as you want, Doc.”
She sighed. “Is it weird that I like when you call me that?”
“No, because I like calling you it.”
We laid there, our hands roaming over each other.
“Gotta admit, Doc, I didn’t think what we just did was going to happen when you left.”
“Neither did I,” she whispered.
I pressed her back into the bed and looked down at her. “Then what made you give me a second chance?”
Her eyes connected with mine. “Honestly?”
I nodded.
“You seemed different. You’re rough around the edges and sometimes say things without thinking about them, but you that’s who you are. You know what you want, and I could tell that you don’t let anything stand in your way.”
“Most people find that intimidating.” I chuckled. Hell, that was why most people hated me.
“Not me,” she whispered. She swirled her fingers over my chest. “I like that. A lot.”
“Thank God.”
Mave was the perfect woman. She was made for me and I thanked God I had found her. It may have taken fifty-one years but she was finally in my arms.
“So, what made you decide to send me gorgeous flowers and a stuffed animal aquarium?” she laughed.
“Knew I had something special and let it slip through my fingers. Had to do everything I could to get it back.”
“All it took was a whale, dolphin, and sea otter.”
A smile spread across my lips. “I didn't know how easy it was going to be to get you back. Tomorrow a walrus, seahorse, and beluga whale are being delivered.”
“Roc!” Mave slapped me on the chest. “You really thought it was going to take all of that to get me back?”
I brushed her hair from her face. “I wasn’t willing to risk it, Doc.”
She settled against me and sighed. “Well, you’re crazy, but it’s pretty damn romantic.”
“That’s me, Mr. Romantic.”
She hummed and tipped her head back to look up at me. “So what now? What do you want?”
I leaned in ‘til my lips were a breath away from hers. “Plain and simple. I. Want. You.”
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