“It’s because I like you, Little Sparrow,” I whisper. He chuckles. The sound is warm, rattling through me and settling into my bones the same way his moan in the elevator did. He sways closer to me, undoing the button on my jacket and then reaching under it to slide it off my shoulders the same way I did with his. “I kind of like you too,” he confesses, and a grin tugs at my lips. “Thank fuck for that. Otherwise the stalking and kidnapping would’ve been way out of line.” He nods, biting back his own smile as I shrug out of my jacket. “Speaking of stalking… how did you know where I was
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