You're right. A wicked little grin tugged at his lips. I think we should celebrate. Pausing, he waggled his brows at me. We have fifty minutes now. I only need, like, five of them.Oh my God, I laughed, shoving at his shoulders. You're terrible.I'm not terrible. His eyes met mine, and the flutter was back, deeper and more dizzying. I'm in love.Oh, gosh. My heart swelled like a balloon, and all I could do was stare at him for several seconds before I managed to whisper, I love you, too.I know. Rider lowered his mouth to mine, and the kiss scattered my thoughts.
by Jennifer L. Armentrout
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In this scene from "The Problem with Forever" by Jennifer L. Armentrout, a playful and intimate moment unfolds between the two characters. One expresses a desire to celebrate their connection, teasingly hinting at what they could do with their limited time together. This lighthearted banter reveals their chemistry, showcasing a blend of humor and affection that deepens their bond.

As the conversation shifts to deeper emotions, the realization of love comes to the forefront. The protagonist experiences a rush of feelings and ultimately reciprocates the other person's confession of love. This declaration leads to a passionate kiss, symbolizing the deepening of their relationship and capturing the essence of their feelings in that moment.

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