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“You like it, right?” She peered up at him “Colm is Irish?”

“Yes, Gia, Colm is Irish”

Her shoulders relaxed and she leaned in to him

“I like seeing this side of you You’re fucking beautiful when you let me inside”

She ducked her head and stirred the thickening oats

“They’ll stand for a bit” He gently tugged her shoulder

“You talked to Demon”

“I did But that can wait too”

She turned to him with her brorinkled “I don’t understand”

“I want to kno you are this ht was…intense”

“To say the least,” Gia mumbled as she set the metal spoon down

He pulled her away from the stove and backed into the island in the middle of the kitchen

He leaned against it, pulling her to stand between his legs

“I’o off the deep end, if that’s what you’re worried about The

ot away from me” She continued to stare at the floor