I coax my palm into his lapel in search of my wish, returning his feverish kisses."Checkmate, you son of a bug," I say against his mouth two seconds before my fingers find an empty pocket."Sleight of hand, blossom," he says right back. " 'Tis in fact in my pants pocket, if you'd like to search there.
-A.G. Howard
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