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He groaned, “I love that word too,” leaning forward, biting my bottom lip. “Ours.” Holding the back of my neck, he brought my lips back to his, kissing me softly. “I’ll extend it.”

“What?”

“Our wardrobe,”

“No, you’ve already done that once for me. It’s fine.”

“It’s not fine,”

“I don’t need?—”

He silenced me by kissing me, not stopping until my thoughts disappeared. “You’re so fucking beautiful.” He moved my hair behind my ear.

“You can stop with the compliments,” I smiled against his mouth. “I can only marry you once.”

“Stop moving,”

“Stop making me move!” I giggled; he was tickling me on purpose. “Stop!” I whined, getting off his lap, “That’s it. I’m not wearing it.”

“Madeline,”

I shook my head, crossing my arms and standing out of his reach. “You’re tickling me on purpose.”

“I’m just trying to do it up. You’re the one wiggling.” he shrugged, acting all innocent. Pity for him that smug smirk was giving away his game.

“I’m wearing something else.”

“But I love this dress on you. It shows off my name so well.”

I shrugged, pretending not to care, even though that one sentence had me weak.

“Come back, please,” he tapped his leg.

I rocked on my heels back and forth. Slowly, I walked back to the bed, eyeing him suspiciously.

“That’s it,” he wrapped his arms around me, pulling me back to his lap, “back home, where you belong.” He kissed my neck, gently twisting my hair, and moving it over my shoulder out of his way.

Like a fool, my grin just got bigger. How did a few words make me feel so warm and happy?

“Alright, where was I before you left me?” he nipped my ear, pulling the straps of the dress back. His finger just brushed my side; I froze, not trusting him for a second. At least this time, he got one strap through the side loop.

I started to relax, just as his fingers slipped under the sides of the dress, and I was squealing within seconds.

“That’s it!” I squirmed off his lap, completely breathless from squealing and not amused, even if hearing him laugh was making me grin stupidly. “I’m not going.”

He groaned, “My sweetheart, I’m sorry, come back.”

I shook my head. Walking across the room, I pushed the dress down, stepping out of it.

“No, don’t do that, I’m really sorry,”

Grabbing the overthrow from the couch, I wrapped it around myself, ignoring his complaining and very adorable whining. Moving the cushions, I sat back down on the couch.

I don’t like playful Vince. He can stay over there, away from me. I focused back on the instructions for the television. I was still trying to get my show to play.

Even as he kneeled in front of me, I pretended to focus on the booklet.

“My love, I’m sorry.” He kissed my cheek, slipping his hands under the blanket, touching my legs.