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  “Can’t make out in front of your mom,” he explained. “Oops. I kinda f**ked up your lipstick. More than last time even. Sorry. ”

  “It was worth it. ”

  “Was it?” he asked, heat and affection and a hundred other things shining in his beautiful green eyes.

  “Oh, yeah. You’re the best. ” I grinned back at him.

  “Pumpkin, hello. Of course I am!”

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