He pulled her more tightly against him, his hold on her hard and possessive. Charlie felt the brush of what she thought were his lips in her hair. “So what is it Dudley wants you to think about?” he asked. Still in his arms, she tilted her face up to consider him. The top of her head didn’t quite reach his chin. From the angle at which she was looking at him she could see the darkening shadow of stubble on his square jaw, the beautifully cut, unsmiling mouth, the straight nose, the flat planes of his cheeks and the hard curves of his cheekbones, the sweep of his forehead. His eyes were still coal black as he met her gaze. For all she knew, they would remain black for as long as he stayed in Hughes’s body. There was absolutely no expression on his face. “He’d like us to have a relationship,” she said. “He looked pretty serious.” “He kissed me, not the other way around.” “I caught that.” “You are not jealous.” “No man likes it when some other guy kisses his girl.
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