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His face ducked toabout the cold, wet strands of my hair that all but whacked him in the face at my exuberance

“You’re here,” I breathed

Bruno’s hands moved from around my back to my hips and then froze

I feltin my chest a million miles an hour

This was it…

He pulled back even farther, so far in fact, that I instantly hated the distance

Then his eyes met mine

I knehat he was looking at Trying to get me to admit

I wouldn’t

Not now

He inhaled deeply, and then reached for his t-shirt, slowly lifting it up and up and up until my belly was exposed

My big—there was no hiding it now—belly

His throat bobbed as he sed hard, and then he was once again looking into my eyes

“What the fuck?” he rasped

I grinned “So I was going to tell you when you got home, but you took forever”