“Talking about what?” His dark gaze was back on me. I shook my head, pressing my mouth closed. “Talking about what, bookworm?” “There’s a weird energy in here,” I blurted out, shaking my head. “Maybe that necklace is cursed,” I joked, but he didn’t laugh. He took another step toward me and I backed up, the backs of my knees hitting the bed. “Talking. About. What.” I threw my hands up. “You. Talking about you. Oh my god. You’re so pushy.” I rolled my eyes, acting like he annoyed me, when really, my heart raced, my skin tingled, and my nipples pinched hard. I had all this energy and nowhere for
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