“Stop staring,” I murmur, tugging at the hem of my dress.
“Not a chance,” he says, his voice low and honest, like he doesn’t even realize the words left his mouth.
Heavens, why does that make my heart flutter? It’s not like I haven’t met men who stared at me over the years, but none of them made me feel what Alec is making me feel. Maybe it’s because he’s my mate, maybe it’s something else, but I can’t help the flutter.
I shake my head, fighting back a smile. “You’re ridiculous.”
“Maybe,” he says, eyes glinting, “but I’m also the luckiest man alive right now.”
And damn it, the way he looking at me, the way his eyes are shining, it’s clear he means every single word he’s spoken… and that? That my chest tightens because this is how I’ve always wanted him to look at me.
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