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He ceased the tickle-assault and kissed me, stealing every last thought from my head with that wicked mouth. “What do you say we enjoy what time we have?”

It would be the motto of our lives, I had no doubt. “I can’t think of anything better.”

“December, there’s nothing better than you.”

I pulled him closer, thrilled that this phenomenal man was mine, and stole a kiss before I whispered against his mouth. “There’s nothing better than us.”