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Clay only shrugged. He was leaning back in his seat, eyes watching me, lips curved in a pensive smile that set my teeth on edge.
"What the hell do you want?" I said.
His smile turned to a grin, white teeth flashing. "You. What else?"
"Where? Right here? On the floor?"
"Nah. Not that. Not yet. Just the same old thing I always want. You. Here. For good."
I wished he'd stuck with my interpretation.
He caught my eye. "I'm glad you're home, darling. I missed you."
I nearly tripped over my feet running from the room.
Fler smakbitar finns på Maris blogg. Ha en trevlig söndag! Och här finns inlägget jag skrev efter läsningen.