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The air between us is charged.

Reid doesn’t move away. Neither do I.

The lime wedge is still between his teeth, his lips curved into that infuriating, knowing smirk. Like he’s already won.

I try to pretend that this didn’t just send heat rolling through my veins.

But his thumb is still tracing slow, lazy circles on my waist. His breath is still warm against my lips.

I’m not sure I can move even if