Tangled And Claimed
“I’ll call her right now—”
But before I could unlock the screen, a warm, firm hand closed around my wrist. Not rough, but just tight enough to make me freeze.
My eyes snapped up, meeting his.
“Well,” he mused, his gaze unreadable. “You’re not bad.”
What?
Before I could respond, his fingers brushed under my chin, tilting it upward ever so slightly. The touch was soft—almost teasing—but it sent an unexpected spark down my spine.
“Since you insisted on filling in for her,” he murmured, his voice low and deliberate, “you might as well take her place entirely.”
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