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Chapter 8

Author: Oyizamsii
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I brushed the pad of my thumb along her bottom lip, slow and deliberate. “I’m not saying a word until you explain who that guy was—the one who planted that kiss on you.”

“That?” She tilted her head, eyes sharp. “That wasn’t a kiss. It was a cheek peck. His name’s Tig. He met me for an early breakfast.”

“A friend?”

“A very married friend. His wife is one of my closest girlfriends.”

“So you’re saying there’s zero going on there?”

“Nothing.” Her fingers moved to her mouth, likely still tender from the way I’d ravaged it. “And even if there were, I wouldn’t owe you an explanation.”

“The feather on your foot, Lena,” I said, ignoring her jab. “That tattoo gave you away. Your feet were in that shot you posted—couldn’t miss it. I’ve been watching you for days. Apparently, the feeling was mutual.”

She didn’t deny it. Not even a twitch of protest.

I leaned in, lowering my voice. “Did you like what you saw? Is that why you kept texting me? Because the second I figured out it was you, I was floor
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