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His gaze roams over his messy shirt. “And not just out of pity.”
I raise a brow, ready to wipe that smug smile off his face with a simple no when my gaze locks onto the golden raven on the buttons of his shirt. “That’s a Raven Windsor Couture shirt,” I mutter, my playfulness making way for shock. It isn’t the kind of shirt you can “can just buy — they’re all handmade, and they sell out within minutes to those that have been on waitlists for months. “I am so incredibly sorry, truly. Please let me reimburse you for it!” I take another look at the shirt and narrow my eyes. “Provided it’s real, that is.”
My fingers trail over his ruined shirt, and it isn’t until Lex grabs my wrist and flattens my palm against his chest that I realize what I was doing. “I assure you that it’s very real,” he says, grinning. “Regardless, don’t worry about it.”
His grip tightens around my wrist, and he takes a step closer. “However... if you did want to make it up to me, there is something I want, something money can’t buy.”
I raise a brow, curiosity drowning out my natural wariness. “Enlighten me. What is it you want?” I ask, bracing myself for the disappointment that’ll follow the no doubt piggish answer he’ll give me. “Play truth or dare with me,” he says, catching me by surprise. Lex grins as he spreads my fingers across his chest and places his own in between mine. “Six rounds — one for each shot you spilled on me.”
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