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That’s a scary thought.

Parker tightens his grip around my waist and lifts me against his chest. “Hi.”

“Hi.”

He brushes his nose against mine. “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

“More than your precious wedding dress?”

“We’ll see.” Smiling, I press my lips against his, hoping once again that it tells him all the things I can’t say sometimes.

I love you more than anything.

The End

…Or is it?