Forbidden Distraction

Lia

Gritting my teeth, I trail after Dec like his own personal shadow as he lugs my suitcase down the remaining stairs. I’m fuming inside but bite my tongue, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of seeing how much his words stung. Instead, I keep my mind busy by studying his muscular back and shoulders rippling beneath his tight, black t-shirt. The pipsqueak has clearly been hitting the gym.

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