She walked into the room like she owned it—like she owned me. And, if I was being honest, she did. Didn’t matter that she was pretending not to notice me, scrolling through her phone like I wasn’t watching her every move. I leaned back, smirking “Miss me?”
She glanced up, one brow raised “You were gone for five minutes, George.”
“Exactly,” I said, pulling her into my arms “Way too long.”
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