“You really are making up for lost time, aren’t you?” I blink. “What do you mean?” “All of those snarky remarks that you’ve been swallowing down over the years, you’re taking them all out on me now.” Raising his hand, he draws his fingers along my jaw and then brushes his thumb over my bottom lip. “Such a sharp little tongue hidden behind a polite smile all this time.”
I’m dead
— Aug 09, 2025 01:50PM
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