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I didn't have a clever answer for that one, which was becoming a familiar pattern with him, so I leaned in and kissed him instead, slow and easy, nothing behind it but two years of certainty and the rare luxury of a house with no small feet running through it demanding snacks or referee duty.
"Come inside," he said against my mouth, low enough that I felt it more than heard it. "I've been thinking about this exact evening for a week."