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“Hey there, beau—oh!”

I threw myself into his arms, unable to contain my laughter. I wrapped my arms around his neck, holding him close as his body cloaked itself around mine. His arms hugged my back. He pulled me into the house, kicking the front door closed with his foot. I buried my face into the crook of his neck, feeling how much stronger he already was.

“You’re upright.”

Clint chuckled. “And you’re here.”

I giggled. “I am. Thank you for inviting me.”

“Are we going to stay like this until we get to the kitchen?”

“Depends. Do we have to go to the kitchen right now?”

He snickered. “Nope. Not yet.”

I drew in his scent, clinging to him as he held me tighter. His strength shocked me. Especially after such a terrible accident. I kissed his neck. His shoulder. His jawline. I nuzzled my nose against his as I slowly pulled away from him. His hand cupped the back of my head as his emerald eyes danced between mine.

And as he fisted my hair softly, I pressed my lips against his.

“Mmm, hello