His chest shook with silent laughter at her words, and he buried his face into her neck as she nuzzled into him. A mess they certainly were, but it was a mess he was happy to live with. They were never going to society's ideal couple—starting from the very first right hook to his jaw—and that was okay; they just needed to be a tad less reckless than they'd been, if only to ensure that they could continue forward as a pair.

"Mmm, I'm an affection-starved man and you're a woman who loves me for some reason," he murmured into her ear before turning his head to press a kiss to her jaw. "You give me one taste and suddenly I'm addicted. I should have treated all of this more carefully, though; I'm the older, more experienced one. I shouldn't have given into my urges without proper protection methods."

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