“We’ve argued over you many times.” Malekh’s hands were warm. They were wrapped around Remy’s neck, light enough not to injure, but it hurt all the same. He didn’t know how to defend himself against this. “She believes that any overtures toward you would make her no different from the other woman. I disagree.” One of Malekh’s hands drifted higher so he could grasp the side of Remy’s jaw tightly, forcing his head up to meet his own dark, heavy-lidded gaze. “I said you would be open to both our advances if we’d expressed our interest much more clearly.” He leaned in closer. “And Xiaodan is not
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