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"Your move, All Star."
Nathan grinned, pushing the laptop on the table away from him looking his new wife up and down. It had only been a few weeks but the insatiable appetite he had for his wife hadn't dissipated in the least. Not only that but his love had grown exponentially as the days went by.
Everyone had told them how crazy they were to get married and if they hadn't, their eyes had implied it or they had whispered it to their friends. But Nathan Scott went for what he wanted.
And Nathan Scott wanted Haley James. He loved, loves, Haley James.
"Guess that means I'm the All-Star?" Nathan asked, his hand coming to his bare chest, a smirk on his face.
"On no. That was for the other shirtless guy in the room," Haley replied, an equally mischievous smirk on her face.
Nathan couldn't help but look side to side as if there were somebody else shirtless in the room. However, if that were true, then that person would have had their ass kicked or at the very least handed to them -- or at the very very least, that person would be out the door.
But Nathan Scott and his new wife were alone in their new apartment.