“Oh, and when you get home,” he says, voice dropping into that low, teasing rasp, “make sure to work on that fan fiction you’ve been writing for me.” I blink. My heart plummets. “What?” His smirk deepens, clearly enjoying the stunned look on my face. “Don’t worry. I didn’t read it. I wouldn’t invade your privacy like that.” His head tilts slightly. “But I do know about it. And for the record? I think it’s fucking cool.” My cheeks burn. I want the floor to swallow me whole. “It’s not—it’s not for you. It’s just—” He steps back in before I can escape, catching my wrist gently. “Hey.” His thumb
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