“What happens when you get angry?” His mouth curved at the corner. It was a wicked grin that had nerve endings between my legs firing like a battalion. “It brings out the fighter in me. It puts me back in the ring.” Miles pressed against me, his knee sliding between my thighs. “I get hyper-focused.” One hand left the side of the car. His thumb grazed my throat. “I’m aware of exactly how the other person is breathing. What their tells are. If their eyes are dilated.” His lips grazed the shell of my ear. “I’m an expert at reading body language, Annie.” Chuckling darkly, he added, “So, don’t test
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