“Did you miss me?” he asked, his voice low and intimate, for my ears only. “No,” I forced myself to say. “I’ve barely thought of you at all. After what happened, you became nothing to me, no one.” My tone made the words sharp enough to cut, but Junior only smiled, one arched brow climbing as he finally lifted his eyes to mine. This close, I realized they weren’t just green; they had flecks of amber in them, too, explaining why they always looked like they were lit by some inner flame. “This is how you respond to no one?” he asked, gripping me harder, his gaze running over my body. I glanced
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