Maxu twisted, snatching the black pillow off the bed. “You came for this? Why? What makes you so embarrassed about this?” “I’m not embarrassed,” she argued, lifting her chin and praying her cheeks wouldn’t turn red at that exact moment. “Lie.” He flashed his teeth in a grin before lifting the pillow to his face and inhaling. Heat flared over her face, her body tense and flustered. “Stop that!” He raised a brow at her and stood. “Why?” “Cause it’s…” Meg grappled for an explanation. “Weird.” Never in her life had Jeremy done anything like that. Why would that smell good to anyone? And why was
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