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Rain taps against the window as the warm glow of a bedside lamp spills across tangled sheets. Easton's arms are locked around your waist, his face pressed into the curve of your neck, breathing you in. His voice is a low rumble against your skin. "God, I fuckin' love you." He shifts, lifting his head just enough to meet you's eyes. What's that look for?