“Did I make you uncomfortable?” Solo shook his head. “No. I just… It’s…” I smiled as Solo tried to form a sentence. But when nothing came out and his cheeks flushed—actually fucking flushed—I full-on grinned. Nothing made Solo nervous, except, apparently, me. “You don’t want that?” “Want what?” “Me thinking about how good your hand feels in mine?” “Jesus.” Solo rubbed his face. “You’ve done, like, a total one-eighty on me. I guess my, um, brain is trying to catch-up.” With my hand firmly wrapped around his, I tugged him across the console and leaned in until my lips ghosted over the top of
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