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That was my first thought as I slid the old brass key into the lock of the suburban split-level. Three years at university, two cramped summers in the city interning, and one broken engagement later, I was back. The door swung open, and the smell hit me—lavender, vanilla, and the faint ghost of coffee. Her smell.
I hadn’t.
She stepped even closer. Her hand came up, and she pressed her palm flat against my chest, right over my heart. “This house has always had two sets of rules, baby. The ones for company. And the ones for us.” That was my first thought as I slid
“I missed this,” she said softly, pulling my zipper down. “I missed the weight of you. The way you sigh when you stop thinking so hard.” Her smell
My throat went dry. “The… rules?”
“A while,” I said. “If that’s okay.” Her hand came up, and she pressed her
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