“Don’t do that with your mouth.” Where was my pint? Oh! There. I picked it up and had a sip. Stout was my new favorite drink. Tadhg rested his elbows on the table and leaned until his chest met the wood. “Don’t do what with my mouth?” “When you get annoyed, you do this.” I did my best impression—which lasted all of three seconds before a fit of giggling took over. Tadhg’s eyes widened. “And it’s a shame because you have a lovely mouth.” My fingertips brushed against his lips. Not too soft. Just perfect. “No, you have a lovely mouth.” His thumb grazed my bottom lip. “Whereas I have a wicked
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