Winter POVHis smirk was infuriating, the kind that curled slow across his lips like he knew exactly how much it would unravel me. Tyron leaned back in his chair, arms folded across his chest, watching me with that maddening calm while my whole body felt like it was on fire.“You’re jealous,” he murmured, low and taunting, the candlelight catching the sharp line of his jaw.I narrowed my eyes, even though heat was crawling up my neck. “I’m not.”“You are.” He tilted his head, eyes burning gold for a flicker. “And it looks good on you.”I wanted to punch him. I wanted to wipe that cocky expression off his face. But more than that, I wanted to feel his mouth on mine again, to taste that edge of danger and sweetness he carried like it belonged to him alone.Before I could think better of it, I moved. Crawling across the table, the wood creaking beneath my palms, I climbed into his lap. His eyes widened for a fraction of a second before his hands were already on me—rough, possessive, grip
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