“Our backstory would make sense. We’re two star-crossed lovers who hid our relationship because my family doesn’t like you. Plus we have…” She flicks her hand between us like I’m supposed to understand her version of sign language. “You know.” I don’t. “Spell it out for me.” “I’d rather demonstrate.” She brushes her hand over the front of my shirt instead, sending a blazing path of warmth down my body. I bite my tongue. “Was something supposed to happen?” To torment me some more, she runs a single finger back up my chest, and I fail to suppress my shiver. “I can tell we’re going to have fun
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