I Do, I Don't
He pulled me into his arms as though nothing had changed.
"Alright, don't be mad. Next time I'll take you with me," he teased against my ear, dismissing my silence as nothing more than a woman's temper.
His gaze grew hungry, predatory, as if he might devour me whole the very next second.
But before anything else could happen, his phone buzzed on the table.
With a frown, he stood and answered it.
I exhaled in relief until I heard the syrupy, delicate voice on the other end.
"Honey, someone's knocking on my door. I'm scared!"
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