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Understanding dawns, and I start to scrabble away from him. “Zane, we can’t. Aiden gets out of school in an hour and I have unpacking to do!”
He loops a strong arm around my waist, jerking me back against him. Already, the friction is devastating. “Some things are more important than unpacking, Mira. We have to make this house a home somehow.”
“With our things!” I laugh, trying and failing to fight off his grabby hands. “We make it a home by getting rid of the cardboard boxes.”
He nuzzles his stubbly face into my neck while his hands slide higher and higher under my dress. “Agree to disagree. How about we do it my way first… and then one more time, just to be safe. Then we can do it your way.”
