“Semantics.” “Take it back.” He used his opposite hand to pinch a small amount of flour out of his hand. “You are not going to…” Before I could get the rest of my sentence out, he flicked his fingers out and puffs of white flour covered my face. “Oh my God,” I screamed and scurried around the island to get farther away from him. “There aren’t many places for you to run to, Freckles. Now take it back.” His grin was taking over his face, and I swear he had never looked so handsome. There wasn’t a moment when I was around Brandon where I didn’t think he was hot as hell, but it had always been in
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