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"That explains it," Chris mumbled behind me. "Dirk proposed Thanksgiving night.
Blotchy skin, hair that looked like I'd been sleeping in a bush not on my bed, and my nose was so red, I was surprised it wasn't signaling Santa.
The more steady beat of his heart beneath my ear was calming, breaking through the pounding of my own in my head.
" "Oh, my God. And they listened to him?" I couldn't help glancing at his chest, trying to see if there were marks that he'd once had a nipple piercing.
" He dipped his head, and his tongue ran around my nipple before he gently tugged on it with his teeth.
"Holly. I can't-" I held one finger up and shook my head.
I opened it and blinked several times. The number 2500 on the other side of the dollar sign stared back at me.