“Sounds like a plan.”
“Speaking of plans,” he says, snuggling me closer into him. “If we’re not going to get married this weekend, whendoyou want to get married?”
“Hmm. Maybe the weekend after next?” I say, grinning at him.
“A New Year’s Eve wedding? I like it.” He leans in to kiss me, his hands digging through my hair.
“Hey, careful,” I murmur between kisses. “You’re going to get my hair all tangled up.”
“Don’t worry, beautiful,” he says, moving over me again. “I’m a pro at getting things untangled.”
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