Honey… look at me, she whispers, her voice a calculated blend of softness and steel. Smile, please. Youre not a man who just escaped a disaster—you married a woman who could have anyone. And I chose you. Her eyes, sharp and searching, lock onto his as she continues, her tone both demanding and tender. I really want this. I really want you. Now try to love me like I do.
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