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“Maybe I’ll kill you in your sleep,” she mumbles with her arms crossed. “See if that deters you some.” “Sounds hot,” I drawl, pushing my hair back into place. “But you’d have to be in my bed for that.”
Heat pools low in my stomach and I would rather suffer an aneurysm than to admit that this shmuck is having any effect on me.
