In His Sheets
she whispered before she could stop herself.
"Bully you?" I let out a short, harsh bark of a laugh, ignoring her comment, leaning down until my mouth was level with her ear. The scent of her, not the expensive perfume from the party, but something clean, dewy, and entirely infuriating, flooded my senses. My hands twitched in my pockets, fighting the sudden, insane urge to rip that tight bun apart and see how far that hair fell down her back. "I saved you from a public scandal that would have ruined your aunt’s career. If I wanted to bully you, sweetheart, you’d be crying in a holding cell right now."
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