he asked and reached for it anyways. She laughed. Shay looked at Jed Gunner sitting across from her at the kitchen table. He had eaten most of the pizza. How could she complain? After all, he spent most of the afternoon eating her. She clenched her thighs together at the memory. Her face must have given her thoughts away. He smiled and said, “You look terrible.” “I feel terrible.” She could barely believe how easy it was to hear the undercurrent of seduction in the non-complimentary compliments. They were two sick and twisted puppies. She loved it. “I’m going to make you feel miserable later.” He winked. She giggled. He had made her happier than she could remember being in her entire life. “When are you going back to New York?” “Trying to get rid of me already?” “No,” she said and meant it. “I was just wondering.
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