“Of course I’m thinking of last night,” he admits. His palms lay flat on the counter, and he drops his head. “You’re going to have to be the reasonable one.” My phone vibrates against the counter, but I can’t be bothered to look at it. “The reasonable one?” He flicks his gaze to me, and my heart flips. “You’re going to have to tell me no when I come begging.”
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