stand my ground and appear more confident than I am. Graham’s eyebrows squeeze together. “You’re fucking with me, right?” He laughs straight from his gut like I’ve just told him the funniest joke he’s heard. My body’s reaction to his laughter infuriates me. Some laughs are simple and understated and draw little notice. Graham’s is hypnotizing and mind-clouding. How’s it possible for someone to laugh at me and I still find the person attractive? I hate myself right now, which explains my sweaty palms and the heat rising in my cheeks. “What makes you think I have any clue who you are? You didn’t
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