“I’m not hungry,” I lie, but my traitorous stomach gives me away. Anthony’s eyes fix on my abdomen and a strange look crosses his face. I’d say it was longing, but I’m not in the business of fanciful thinking. “If you don’t tell me what you want, I’ll just pick something for you,” he warns, eyes tracking from where they were locked on my stomach, upward over my chest, before he meets my gaze. There is an unmistakable heat in his expression. Okay, so maybe I wasn’t off base with the longing. The realization makes my fingers tingle; a desire to touch him manifesting as an actual physical
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