"What's that?"
"Stop writing about me."
Only Eva could've noticed the change in his expression. She saw the flinch. The slow, satisfied curl of his lip. His bronzy-amber eyes flashing. It was like he'd been waiting years to hear those words. Like the girl whose pigtails he'd been yanking during recess all year had finally shoved him back. He looked gratified.
In a voice both raspy and low, and so, so familiar, Shane said, "You first."
The weird noise I made when I read this, y'all, the tense heat sparking atmosphere. GAH
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