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“Oh, you’re definitely an idiot. Just my favorite one.”

He shakes his head.

“Why?”

I shrug.

“I dated. Kissed a few people. Tried to feel something.” I look up at him. “Nobody ever made me feel the way you did.”

His expression changes.

“Pumpkin…”

“I wasn’t sitting around waiting for you, Gray. I built a life. I had fun. I made choices.” I take his hand. “And I’m making one now.”

He looks at our joined fingers.

“Are you sure?”

I step closer.

“Never been more certain.”

He brushes his thumb along my cheek.

“Then we’re taking our time.”

I smile.

“Fine by me.”

He kisses my forehead.

Then my mouth.

And when he draws me into his arms, I go willingly.

The world outside disappears beneath the sound of rain against the windows.

Grayson kisses me slowly, giving me time to pull away, to change my mind, to decide I’m not ready.

I don’t.

I pull him closer.

He laughs softly against my lips.

“Impatient little thing.”

“Ten years, Gray. I think I’ve been patient enough.”

“Fair point.”

He brushes his mouth against my temple.

Then he holds me for a moment, his forehead resting against mine.

“Tell me if you want to stop.”