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... finger, then my thumb, his gaze never leaving mine. A jolt, hot and immediate, shot straight through me. The playful, teasing atmosphere in the car evaporated, replaced by something thick and charged.
I stared at him.
My brain short-circuited somewhere between "Did he just—" and ohmygodhejustdid. Every nerve in my hand tingled, like his tongue had left sparks behind.
"You taste better," he said simply, then picked up a tater tot and popped it into his mouth.
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