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She shrugs. “A little. But I don’t mind.”

I pull my hand from between her legs before my dick decides we should start all over again. I find her hand, threading our fingers together. “Tell me about your mom.”

She blinks at me. “What? Why would you ask about her?”

I sweep her hair from her face. “She called you earlier. When we were in the kitchen? You were upset