Reed pops the stolen potato into his mouth. I grit my teeth as I watch him chew it slowly, his head tilting tauntingly toward me. “I could,” he murmurs, his hot breath caressing my cheek, “but I like what’s yours better.”I tighten my grip on my fork, pretending to focus on my steak. My heart skips
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