CHAPTER FORTY-THREE

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A light giggle escaped my lips when he dropped me on the surface of the couch and proceeded to help me get off my slippers. The cold temperature of his fingers skimming the skin of my feet made me suck in a shiver. He pressed a tender kiss to my feet before helping me into a comfortable position.

"Thank you." I blushed.

"So, do you want to unbox your gifts?" he wiggled his eyebrows at me comically and I laughed, nodding.

He grabbed one of the boxes swiftly and handed it to me. It was the biggest one because my tiny hands were barely keeping it in place. He had a lazy, urging smile that I found sexy playing on his lips. I looked away from him and unknotted the ribbons. I pried the cover open and my eyes nearly popped out of their sockets as I retrieved the first book.

"André!" I whisper-yelled, my voice laced with awe. Being a bibliophile had its perks because as I looked through the four books, with somewhat modern yet vintage covers in mature colours, alongside