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“Seriously, Penelope. Don’t walk the streets alone at night. Pretty girls don’t always get to see the next day.” I blink, completely ignoring his safety message in favor of indulging the light thrill creeping under my skin. “Did you just call me pretty?” His jaw ticks. “You know you’re pretty.”
My jaw flexes against his palm in an attempt to regain some footing. “Why do you care if I cry?” He tracks his thumb as it trails further down, across my bottom lip and along my chin. He grips me there for a moment, regret coating his features. “Because last night, I saw you laugh.”
Every part of my body is at odds with another, because tonight, she doesn’t look like a delinquent that starts fires in casinos. She looks like the Queen of Hearts. I look away.
His gaze drops to my lips and he groans. “What, you wanna kiss me or something?” I say, my sarcasm tinged with hope. “Or something,” he mutters back, flicking my clit for my insolence.
