Any more questions?” I ask, poking him gently in the ribs. “Do you still love me any?” Eliot asks, putting his hand over mine. “A little.” “A little?” he asks, pulling away from me. “A lot.” “How much?” he asks. “More than chocolate chip cookies.” “Mmm” he says, kissing my shoulder. “More than walking on the beach.” Eliot kisses me on the neck. “More than . . .” I pause, turning to look at him. “More than?” he asks, kissing my lips. I turn toward him. “Anything.

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“Any more questions?” I ask, poking him gently in the ribs. “Do you still love me any?” Eliot asks, putting his hand over mine. “A little.” “A little?” he asks, pulling away from me. “A lot.” “How much?” he asks. “More than chocolate chip cookies.” “Mmm” he says, kissing my shoulder. “More than walking on the beach.” Eliot kisses me on the neck. “More than . . .” I pause, turning to look at him. “More than?” he asks, kissing my lips. I turn toward him. “Anything.”

 

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Any more questions?' I ask, poking him gently in the ribs. 'Do you still love me any?' Eliot asks, putting his hand over mine. 'A little.' 'A little?' he asks, pulling away from me. 'A lot.' 'How much?' he asks. 'More than chocolate chip cookies.' 'Mmm' he says, kissing my shoulder. 'More than walking on the beach.' Eliot kisses me on the neck. 'More than . . .' I pause, turning to look at him. 'More than?' he asks, kissing my lips. I turn toward him. 'Anything.