Trent groaned. He tipped his head back, his throat bobbing. “I had no idea I had this much self-control,” he muttered to himself before releasing my lip, and pulling far enough away I couldn’t feel his heat anymore. My lip still tingled from his touch. And I mourned the loss of his fingers in my hair. His hand still held mine though, which felt like victory. When Trent caught my gaze again he snorted, a soft little laugh. “Jee-sus, you’d think I stole your goddamn cookie.” God, his smile was pretty. “You keep looking at me like that and I’m gonna stick my tongue so far up your ass you’ll start
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