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He turned in Nikolas’s arms, broad chest to broad chest. “Well then I guess the moral of your dumb story is that if you find the perfect stranger at your door, don’t bloody well tell anyone.” He kissed Nikolas’s face, tasting salt, and felt that in those silent tears, Nikolas had revealed far more than questioning ever would. He placed his hands to Nikolas’s face and cupped the impossibly delineated cheekbones. “Come to bed, stranger. You’ve got the other half of your birthday present to open and enjoy.”
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