“Fuck,” he mutters under his breath. “Fuck?” I raise an eyebrow in amusement. “Fuck—off.” He pushes my face aside and stands. And that’s when I know Azeer Khan has returned. “Feeling better? Did my dimples cure you, Dr. Khan?” “Get dressed, Nuisance.” He pauses at the threshold of the bathroom, then turns back to add, “And get rid of the braids. You look better with your hair down.” My lips pinch into a smile. “Oh, my.” I cuff my hands behind my back, batting my lashes at his stone-cold countenance. The sound of my fake giggling seems to only make him more furious. “Was that a compliment?” He
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