TROUBLE 3 by Kristina Weaver

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    The long and short of it is that he’s loved me from the start and done everything in his power to have me. It’s flattering and crazy and so him I can’t help giggling when he drops to his knees in front of me and bites his lip.
    “I’ll make it up to you.”
    “Yes, you most definitely will. Now tell me you love me, you lunatic.”
    He shakes his head and kisses me instead, laughing when I slap him away and glare.
    “I don’t do love. I told you that,” he says solemnly. “What we have goes so beyond that…we fit.”
    I kiss him this time, showing him that I understand, that I accept this one small flaw he seems unable to conquer. I’ll never have the words, something I’m not entirely happy about, to be honest, but I have the man.
    And the proof.
    A lot of marriages are made up of smooth-talking cheaters who can talk the talk as easily as they change their socks. What I have is a man who lets his actions speak for themselves.
    I kiss him and love him, knowing that I am loved and that he’ll keep showing me — wordlessly — for the rest of my life. We do fit. We belong together, and that’s all I need to know.
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