Shawn smiles. “Let me take those pies from you.” “So you can eat them?” I elbow his stomach as I head toward the kitchen, meeting nothing but muscle and firm lines of a toned body. He was probably at the gym before heading over here this morning, sweating with the sunrise. “I don’t think so, buddy.” “Just a taste,” he says. “You can wait, just like everyone else.” “You don’t play fair.” “I play fair. You’re the one who’s lacking self-control.” His hand rests heavy on my elbow and his fingers press into my skin, burning their way through the sleeve of my shirt. His grip tightens on my arm, and
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