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“I love you," she whispered against his chest. He hugged her tighter, and then drew in a deep breath. "And Iiiiiiiiiii-ee-iiii will always love yoooooooou," he sang, or rather butchered, the old Whitney Houston song. Impossibly, Emilie burst out laughing. "Oh, God, that's horrible Derek." She pushed out of his arms, grasped one of the pillows from the edge of the bed, and planted it over his head. He continued to warble from under the cotton, and Emilie couldn't stop laughing. Their playfulness quickly escalated into a pillow fight, and then a wrestling match, and of course she ended up underneath him. Win-win in her book.”

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Book:Hard to Come By
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