He was too damn pretty for a place like this, too clean-cut and pristine to be surrounded by criminals who made their livings off the backs of people like him. He shouldn’t be sitting there so politely, letting her touch him like she had the right. I was the one who knew what he felt like beneath my hands. I knew the strength of the muscles under that perfect, tailored exterior, and I knew how much fucking heat his body put off when he was wound up. My body was already reacting like some dumb fucking animal. I wanted to drag him away, press him against something solid, and make him forget he’d
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