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The problem was, I didn't want new traditions. I wanted the old traditions I'd always known.
The moment my breath hitched, he abandoned that teasing and simultaneously slid his fingers outwards along the top of the upper lines of rope on my chest all the way out to where they disappeared under my armpits.
Why did I always get so embarrassed when he paid me a compliment. Especially one so simple as my eyes.
" I flopped back on the bed with a deep sigh. "Thank God, you're in charge.
I just needed.