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Watching Nora Fatehi's adorable little earlobe, Caesor found it utterly fascinating. He leaned in again, his breath brushing against her ear as his voice dropped to a deep, tantalizing murmur—like a seductive bass note that sent a shiver down her spine. "That woman is practically gloating in your face. You're really okay with that?"

Sure enough, the pink flush on her ear deepened.

How adorable