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I hear the shower running and smile as I start removing my clothes.
She likes waiting for me like this, almost as a callback to the first time we ever saw each other.
When I step into the bathroom—just like that first time we met—my breath catches at her beauty. “I will never get used to this.”
She glances back at me. “Get used to what, husband?”
“The way you make me feel. You’re like a fever, Taylor.”
She opens her arms, welcoming me. “Call me whatever you want, William, just don’t forget that I’m yours.”
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