Damaged And the Saint
“She likely didn’t realize she was sulking, but her face was a mask of unhappiness. Leaning back, I studied her while she sipped her milk. Her attraction to me was pissing her off. Arousal wasn’t something a broken girl like her would appreciate.
I reached across the table and wiped away the milk mustache she was sporting. Harlow’s gaze locked onto my face and she clearly wanted to say something. Her mouth opened, but she didn’t speak.
“You have great lips,” I said softly, daring her to share what she was thinking.
“I know. I’m amazing.” Harlow didn’t smile at her words, instead staring at me until our food arrived. “Have you ever had a real relationship?” she asked, poking at her eggs.
“Yes. You?”
“I went on a few dates last year.”
“What’s the guy like?”
“He got on my nerves at first.
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