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Ronson's face went slack, and I was too stu
I reached up and grasped his face in my hands. "Ronson, I love you."
Sound roared from his chest, a shocking thunder of a purr. The room swung around me, then my back was pressed awkwardly over a mismatched collection of open books—books far too old for this treatment—and the weight of my alpha was making the table groan, his mouth tenderly and sweetly and reverently pressed to mine.
"I forgot," he rasped, nodding and then kissing me again. "I forgot to say that last night, didn't I?"
I could fly, after all. That was the only explanation for the soaring sensation racing through me.
"Forgot what, alpha?"
Ronson groaned, nose digging into my cheek, chest heaving against mine as he gulped for air. "I love you. I love you. I love you, Mairwen."
And for some reason, I didn't doubt for a moment that he meant it.
"Nest, alpha," I murmured against his ear.
"Nest, mate," he corrected.