“You’re making that up.” “You know I’m not.” “How do you possibly know about it?” he asks. “You won’t even watch my show.” “Eden showed me.” I take a deep breath, pressing my hand to his chest. “She follows it. Asked me if they really do taste like candy.” He takes a second to process this. “Asked you whether my dimples taste like candy?” His next laugh comes out as a quiet puff of air, and he looks mildly horrified. “People wonder this?” “That’s probably the most innocent thing they imagine tasting, Alec.” He frowns, and I kiss his sweet pout. “Well, do they?” he asks, finally, grinning. “Do
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