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You were starting to contemplate which of their exquisite, original teas you were going to order when you saw Reborn drive past the road on which the café resided.
“Reborn, you missed the street,” you commented, turning your head from where you were looking out the window as he halted at a red light. But instead of the explanation you expected, you were caught in the vortex of a heated, delicious smirk echoed as he looked at you from the corner of his eye. His hand tightened on yours slowly but surely, causing your breath to still and your body to heat.
“I’m hungry… for something else,” he said in a sensual, low tone. Beneath it, you heard the implication that brought heat to your face and between your legs and sent you into a myriad of dirty fantasies you had no doubt would soon be fulfilled.
Someone else. You.