trulyadoreyou
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Slowly, deliberately, she reached up and slid off her oversized sunglasses, letting her eyes meet his--sharp, amused, and unapologetic.
"I fucked the taste out of your mouth in France," she said, voice low, teasing, every word dripping with audacity. She tilted her head slightly, the fur coat slipping just a fraction, the sweater dress hugging her curves in a way that was impossible to ignore.
"And I can't even get a hello?" she added, voice rising at the end, mock offense in her tone, lips curling into that infuriating smirk he hated and craved all at once.