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... up that little spark she secretly loved pulling out of him. And judging by the way his throat bobbed like he’d just swallowed fire, the way his hand trembled the tiniest fraction when brushing her side, he was this close to combusting.
Beautiful. Absolutely textbook. If there were trophies for playful manipulation, Sophie deserved a gold medal.
Now, if this were that kind of story, the next logical steps would be painfully obvious. Sparks would ignite, lips would crash, the air i ...
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