"It was an enormous day," he tells her, choosing to sit down on the bed with her still in his arms because he's far too interested in her undoing the buttons of his tuxedo. His eyes burn bright with need for her, and the skin where she trails her fingers prickles with gooseflesh.
"It ought to end with some fireworks, don't you think?"
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"It ought to end with some fireworks, don't you think?"