I turn to leave the kitchen, but he grabs hold of my wrist and tugs me forward. Our bodies are barely an inch apart. My heart races. Blood rushes south. My mouth is so dry that I can’t even swallow. Then he dips his head, hot breath dusting over the skin of my neck and making me shiver. “You seriously think we don’t have chemistry, Mia?” he asks with a low growl that travels directly between my thighs. “M-maybe it was a poor choice of words.” “Maybe?” “Yes. Clearly, we have something, but …” “But what?” “Well, it should have been fireworks, but it was more like a fizzle.” He glowers at me, jaw
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