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“Close your eyes and tell me what you see.”

Eric let his fingers gently graze her eyes, one by one, brushing her lashes.

“Big eyes, long, thick lashes.” He moved to her lips, let his thumb softly scrape them, tugging one slightly open, and he lowered his head, brushed his lips over hers and kissed her deeply. “I could kiss these all day,” he muttered against her, then opened his eyes.

Hers were closed, her lips wet from their kiss, and she leaned into him. She breathed a little heavier now.

“Eric,” she said quietly, her fingers tightening around his.

He didn’t give her another second to question things. Or him. Or what he might want or not want. He’d wanted this for a while, but also wanted to give Reagan her space. Not rush things. Jesus, it hadn’t been easy, but he wanted things right with Reagan.

This was right.