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“I aain “See?”

Alexander sh he tries to hide it as he pulls out a loaf of bread “Iout a bread knife

“So conventional,” I scoff “Whatcha doing?”

“Cooking”

“I’ry” Not for bread, anyway

“I wasn’t asking”

I sign huffily,with the noise “Are you always such an ass?”

“I don’t know, Holland,” he answers, his blue eyes blazing as he turns to face me, knife in hand “Why don’t you tell me?”

“I haven’t known you long enough to collate the relevant data regarding your assholery You are, however, gruht”

His sardonic huff of laughter raises goosebu my arms

“If youyou a sandwich because it’s clear you need so to soak up the booze”

“Oh” That’s kind of nice, right?

“And to give you so else to do with your mouth,” he then adds in that velvety voice of his

I suck in an offended breath, probably to hide how that totally and inexplicably turns me on “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“That it’s clear you’ve followed me across the kitchen because you want to kiss me”

“I’ve changed my mind I do have the data You are an asshole” My retort sounds like it should finish up with ue

“Look,” he says, turning tofro you away, so I think we should take this late-night opportunity to talk”

Talking isn’t for late nights, unless it’s the pillow kind

For a moment, I wonder if I’d said that aloud as Alexander keeps his eyes from me Almost deliberately Buthim His shoulders are so broad, and htly defined I s as his bicep bunches and the tendons in his forearh the loaf of bread All I can think about is hoant to put ers there and feel the movement as I ride his hand