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Chapter 25
I can hear the surprised gasps around us, but I don't care. I want this. I want Anya to know that he's mine, my husband, not hers. Atticus is stiff beneath me, making me wonder if he hates this. Does he hate my kiss? Does he wish it was Anya instead of me kissing him? I can't stand the thought of that. I gently pull away to look into his eyes. I want to see his expression; I want to know what he's thinking even though I can't read his mind. I can see the surprise lingering on his face, but there's also something else in his gaze, something that makes my heart swell with joy; desire. His eyes are dark with desire. That was all I needed to keep going. This time Atticus meets me halfway as our lips make contact once more. My body shivers as his taste fills my mouth. Atticus tastes better
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