“Now we’ve dealt with that, how would you like a cup of coffee, you bad-tempered fuck?” “Grazie,” Cassius murmurs. His hands slide down to my ass and he squeezes me. Then he frowns as he feels the edge of the bandage. “Are you hurt? How did you get hurt?” I dart a look at Lorenzo and look away again quickly. Somehow, I don’t think Cassius will take Lorenzo cutting me with a scalpel in his stride right now. “It’s nothing. Never mind.” “Why are you blushing?” “I’m not.” “Honestly, princess, could you look more guilty?” Lorenzo says as he adds coffee grounds to the machine. “Do you know what’s
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