[ Her mouth curves slightly upward in a smile that’s a bit smug and not quite friendly, half-hidden behind her drink when she lifts it to her lips, somehow managing not to spill. ]
I think you prefer me that way. [ Her dark eyes are knowing as she watches him. ] You like it when I’m a little mean to you.
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I think you prefer me that way. [ Her dark eyes are knowing as she watches him. ] You like it when I’m a little mean to you.