Kieran's POV: “The kind who likes to see you flustered,” I answered easily. He inhaled sharply through his nose and went back to chewing. From the outside, he was composed. Straight spine, elegant fork movements, expression calm. But under the table, he was anything but. His leg was tense beneath my hand, and when my fingers drifted just slightly higher, brushing the inseam of his trousers, he pressed his knee into mine... hard. I leaned toward him, my voice low enough only for him to hear. “You can tell me to move my hand, Adrien. You just haven’t.” He turned to face me, his face so close I could feel his breath on my cheek. “Because if I do, you will make it worse.” I grinned, lips brushing his ear as I whispered, “You think this is the worst I can do?” His exhale was sharp and shaky, and for a second, just a flicker, I thought I saw something crack in his expression. A pure and raw hunger. “You are going to regret this,” he muttered, and stabbed a piece of lamb with far too m
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