“Tell me what to do, David, or what to say. I don’t know how. I guess I should have been reading romance novels instead of books about snipers, because I’m obviously hopeless at this romance thing.”
“You’re not hopeless, Vivian.” He leaned forward and kissed my lips gently, then reached back for my hands and kissed the knuckles on both. “Your suspicious little heart…oh Viv. Too many knocks on a heart that is afraid of opening, you’re hiding it behind walls and fortresses. You don’t have to have words with me.”
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