“Tell me,” I growl in her ear. “Tell me what he wants.” “He’s trying to find his parents!” Cat cries out. I pull back to look at her, surprised. “What?” Cat tosses her head angrily, making her dark curls fly. “He wants to know his biological parents,” she says. “You know he was adopted by the Grays. He doesn’t have a crush on me.” Her tone is disdainful, like that should have been obvious. She’s so irritated at me wringing this piece of information out of her that it must be true. “Why didn’t you just tell me that,” I say, sliding my fingers inside her warm wetness once more. Cat groans.
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