“I try not to make a habit of hitting my skull off my headboard, thank you for caring though.” “Oh no, I was more worried for the status of Victoria’s bedframe.” She smiled. “You have a lot to say for someone who got to do all the talking last time,” I argued, but the chandelier light bouncing off her merlot-painted lips made it much more difficult to maintain my frustration. “Not my fault we had a lot to catch up on. If I was prancing around London with other men, I’m sure you would’ve had more to say.” “Is Adelaide Adorno admitting jealousy?” “I hate you,” she seethed, squeezing my palm. “I
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