CHAPTER 45 - Receipts Part 2
Dante cleared his throat, looking anywhere but at her. Cold air rushed in to fill the space where his touch had been, and Lia almost gasped at the loss. Her skin felt empty. Her chest felt hollow. Like he knew one more second of touching her would send them both over a cliff. So she blurted out the first thing that popped into her head. “If the next file is me dressed as a sexy Pikachu for Halloween, I’m faking my own death.” Dante barked out a laugh—a real one this time. Low, rough, echoing off the metal walls—and it hit her so hard she felt her chest expand like she’d just taken a clean breath after drowning. He leaned back in his chair, shaking his head, half-smiling. “I’d pay money to see that video.” Lia lifted her chin. “It was one time, okay? And technically, it was more… t
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