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Waking to find his arms still around me, as though he couldn’t bring himself to release me during sleep?

I loved that even more.

I lay on my side, watching Stefan as he shifted beside me, one arm resting behind his head, entirely at ease.

“You said you’d teach me something useful. In German,” I added quickly.

He glanced at me. “Did I?”

“Yes. The other day, when I embarrassed myself linguistically.”

Stefan smiled. “Ah yes. Eels. That was memorable.”

“I aim to impress.”

“Oh, you succeeded.”

I nudged him with my foot. “Go on then. Teach me something.”

He studied me for a moment, as if considering how much trouble he wanted to cause.

“Very well,” he said. “Repeat after me.”

I raised my eyebrows. “This sounds dangerous.”

His eyes twinkled. “It is.”

That didnotreassure me.

Stefan leaned in. “Du bist schön,” he said in a low voice.

My breath caught. “I already know what that means.”

“And I’m saying it because it’s true.”

I couldn’t look away. “You think I’m… beautiful?”

Stefan didn’t break eye contact. “Yes. Your turn. Say it for me.”

I hesitated. “Du bist… schön.”

His expression didn’t change, but something in his eyes did. “Good.” His voice was quiet. He paused again. “Want to try another one?”

“Go for it.” I had to wonder what was next.

“Du machst mich verrückt.”

I repeated it carefully. “Du… machst mich verrückt. And that means?”

Stefan tilted his head. “You make me crazy.”

I snorted. “That seems unlikely.” It didn’t stop my pulse from quickening, however.

I shifted closer to him. “What about something practical?”

“Like what?”

I pretended to think for a moment. “How do I say ‘I don’t have a hovercraft full of eels’?”