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“Clint! Holy shit!”

I bucked against him, freeing myself enough to wrap myself around his body. I hugged him close, burying my face into the crook of his neck. And as he held me tightly, our laughter filled the room. Tears of happiness rushed my eyes. Finally, this damn nightmare was over. Clint had been healed. He’d recuperated. And it seemed as if things were finally swaying back in our favor.

I kissed his neck. “I’m so happy for you.”

“Mm, keep doing that and I’ll show you just how happy you make me.”

I kissed his skin again. “That a promise?”

Softly, deftly, I planted kisses against his skin. He pulled me away from the wall, carrying me into the living room as he made his way for the couch. I kissed up his pulse point, nibbling against his earlobe as I let my hands wander underneath the collar of his shirt, feeling his muscles rolling underneath that taut skin of his. He held me closely, his hands cupping my thighs tightly. He was back. My Clint. The old Clint. The strong, dextero