His breathing picked up and I mentally smirked. I laughed quietly, muttering, "Seems like you're pretty skilled with your hands, Flint." His face flushed a deep red as he began stuttering, "H-how-" Be was unable to finish his words when my hand cupped his knee, his eyes immediately falling to my hand. "I know everything about you, and everyone you do." He looks me in the eyes as my words sink in. "I know what you like, i know what they like. I know how they say your name. I know how you like it." My tongue darted out, wetting my lips, "I. Know." - #2 in business trip. #23 in fake date. #236 in paris.
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