“You look quite dashing, my love.” She pressed a kiss to his cheek as she reached him. But Julian turned quickly enough that her lips found his instead. His arm snaked around her waist, holding her tight and kissing her back until her cheeks were redder than a candy cane. “You scoundrel,” she murmured. “It’s not my fault you look so pretty when you blush.”
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