“When I let go of you, you’re going to pull out your phone and text your friends. You’re going to tell them they aren’t your responsibility tonight. That you’re going home with someone. Tell them whatever it takes to make sure they don’t worry. Then you’re going to follow me to my truck, and I’m going to take you home.” When he finally lets go, I can’t help but nip at his thumb in a way that makes his eyes flash with something both pleased and dangerous. “And then what?” I can’t stop myself from asking. Hux’s scarred lips twist into a grin and he leans forward to brush his lips to mine. “And
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