Valentine's PovI just stared at him. My brain short-circuited, trying to piece his words together like a puzzle that didn’t fit.“Come on, Adrian. Now is not the time to be a tease,” I said, half-laughing, half-nervous.“And who said I was teasing?” He didn’t laugh. He didn’t blink, he just stared at me, serious and sincere. It hit me then. The truth of it, the weight of who he really was. The calm, powerful way he carried himself suddenly made even more sense.I let out a laugh, nervous and shaky, and maybe a little too loud. It bubbled from somewhere deep in my chest and spilled out into the night because I couldn’t hold it in.“Of course you do,” I said, still laughing. “Of course.”He raised one brow and leaned back in his chair, smirking with that teasing glint in his eyes. “Is that a complain?”I looked at him and all I felt was warmth. My lips curled into a smile I couldn’t stop even if I tried. “No,” I said softly, “No complaints at all.”He reached for the wine, poured gen
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