“Care to share what you’re thinking right now?” he asks. If his sexy smirk is anything to go by, I’m sure he knows. He has to know. “Wish I could, but it’s the kinda thing that’s better shown.” He nods. “Will you show it to me?” There’s the mischief. “I want to. Whether it’ll happen or not…” “It’ll happen,” he says.
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