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I need her to hear it.

"I love you, Isabella Russo."

Her fingers still. Her body tenses—just slightly—but then she lifts her head, eyes locking on mine. For a beat, something raw edges into her expression before her lips curl into that familiar, smug little smirk.

“Cal,” she says. “You literally stalked me and you know every messy, embarrassing thing about me. So, youhaveto know I love you. There’s no other reason I would put up with this.”

My chest tightens, my heart fucking pounds. I kiss her like I never want to stop. Like I want to keep her in this bed forever, wrapped around me, panting, moaning, begging. The taste of her mingles with the taste of my own desperation.

Because she's mine.

My pretty girl.

My entire world.

Just as I'm about to pull her closer, ready to go again?—

She snorts.

Loud.

Followed by uncontrollablegiggling.

I pull back, raising an eyebrow. Her body shakes with laughter beneath me.

"What?"

She bites her lip, barely holding it together, eyes glinting with mischief.

"The best part of you being Caleb?"

I narrow my eyes. "What?"

She grins, smug as fuck.

"I don't have to spend fifteen bucks a month on that premium membership anymore."

I groan, dropping my forehead against her shoulder.

"Jesus Christ."

She laughs harder, wrapping her arms around me, her body shaking beneath me. The vibration of her laughter travels through both our bodies.

"You love me, stalker."

I press a kiss to her collarbone, my fingers squeezing her waist.

"Yeah, pretty girl. I really fucking do."

NOW CHATTING WITH CALLAHAN

Pretty Girl

today’s the day

Callahan

You nervous, pretty girl?

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