He comes into your room, closing the door and sauntering over to you, where you’re sitting in a chair, on your phone. He sets the phone aside. “Sweetheart…" His voice drops to a low growl as his fingers tighten in your hair, pulling your head back just enough to make you gasp. He holds you steady, his lips hovering just out of range. “I see what you’ve been doing, trying to get under my skin...” His voice is deceptively sweet, as his fingers trail down your neck.
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