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MILES

Damn it.

Dominic Black was still as handsome as he was yesterday, and seeing him now in crisp black slacks and a white dress shirt, his sleeves rolled up just enough to reveal his forearms, made my stomach twist with something I wasn’t willing to name. Worse, he was the spitting image of his father.

Which meant my mother and I had the same fucking taste.

I forced myself to focus on my plate, stabbing at my vegetables while my mind raced with panic. My mouth told me the food was buttery, smooth, practically melting on my tongue. My brain said it tasted like sandpaper.

I had royally fucked up.

He kept glancing at me. I could feel it. The weight of his stare burned into my skin, making me itch, making me want to shrink in my chair. He was probably wondering what the hell happened last night just as much as I was.

But somehow, it felt like he was blaming me.

Like I had orchestrated this whole thing. Like I wanted to wake up in the same bed as him, tangled in plants I
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Miles is kind of a badass. I think I'd like to see more of this side of her. xoxo

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