the corners of his lips. “Show me.” I blink at him, my eyebrows shooting up. “What?” His smile widens a little, and now I see something else in his expression. Something almost like a challenge. “Show me, angel.” He brushes his thumb over my bottom lip, then slips the thick digit into my mouth. Unconsciously, my tongue darts forward to taste it, and he makes a noise low in his throat as my lips close around his thumb. His gaze flicks up to meet mine, loaded with more emotions than I can identify. “Show me how you feel about my brothers,” he repeats quietly. “Because I already know how they
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