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He misted up, too, as he kissed her. God, what a pair. “Then it is that simple,” he said, his forehead against hers. “I’m crazy in love with you, Janey. I’m in love with both of you, with all of you—however you want to define it. And if you love me, too . . . Tell me—with that on our side, what can’t we handle?”
“I’m not sure I deserve you,” she said.
“Yeah, well, get over it,” he told her. “Because I deserve you.”
“I’m not sure I deserve you,” she said.
“Yeah, well, get over it,” he told her. “Because I deserve you.”
