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He didn't laugh. Instead, his expression stayed steady and warm as he reached out, gently tucking a stray strand of damp hair behind my ear. His fingers lingered before trailing slowly down the curve of my neck in a soft, almost reverent touch, brushing lightly over the fake mating mark that still lingered on my skin from our earlier charade.
The contact sent a shiver racing through me, pleasant and electric, and then he leaned in closer, pressing a slow, deliberate kiss to that very spot. His lips felt warm and lingering against my skin as he murmured softly,
"I mean it, it felt good, seeing this side of you. Your family, where you grew up...it's all so beautiful. As your fake mate, I want to know everything about you. I want to know all of you."
That line cracked something open inside me, shock rippling through my veins as I stared at him, my heart racing wildly searching for the truth in his gorgeous eyes.
