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MEGAN
MY HEART stopped, then jackhammered. It instantly followed with a fluttery feeling scattered in my stomach. This was impossible. I must be dreaming.
“Miss me?” A soft, deep voice and warm breathing confirmed my doubt. Then he pressed his lips against mine.
I slowly opened my eyes, and I met the most mesmerizing eyes, smiling down at me.
“Hi.” My voice came out a breathless whisper.
“Hey, my love,” he whispered. “I missed you.” He pressed his lips longer. He drew me into a hug when we parted, and I was still shocked to respond. I tried to process everything when he sat beside me, pulling me into his arms. “Say something.”
I turned my head to look at him. “Say something? Really? Can’t you even at least call me or leave a text before you fly over hundreds of miles over here? I was worried sick, Forrest! If you happen not to be here, or I won’t hear anything from you in twelve hours, I will call your head of security a
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