“Hmm. Maybe I should make another pitcher to make sure it takes you a while to sober up.”
“Forget it. I want to make sure you remember everything I do to you.”
“You’re right. I want to make sure you can do everything to me.”
“So we’re going to seal this truce with another kiss?”
“No, even better…” Amanda unfolded herself from his lap to take his hand and lead him upstairs.
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