Their Favorite Toy

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ite everything that happened last time-the whispered argument, Adrian's cold gaze

me, clinging to the edges of my thoughts. I tell myself it's just curiosity, that I need to know why they're here, hiding away in this strange corner of the

f that it's just one evening. Just dinner. But my heart pounds as the door s

ays, his eyes flickering over

I can feel the warmth creeping up my

f cloves and leather. Adrian is already there, leaning against the kitchen counter, his gaze sharp and

he says finally, his

the tension simmering between us. "I

ul glint in his eye. "Clear the

it, letting a small

ful, and Rhys's jokes come one after another, his laughter infectious. The wine flows freely, and the conversati

d though I skirt around the details, I find myself opening up more than I intended. There's a warmth here, a sense of connecti

his touch sends a jolt through me, my pulse quickening as his fingers brush against my skin

ush spreading across my cheeks. Rhys just smirks, a knowing glint in hi