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... cents of vetiver and minty sweet lemonade.
For a moment, neither of them moved.
Arion stayed close, hands still at Dean’s hips, holding him with the peaceful assurance of someone who didn’t need to prove anything to the world but still wanted the world to understand.
Dean’s breath was uneven. His cheeks were warm. His pride was bruised and annoyed about it.
Arion’s gaze stayed on Dean’s mouth for a beat longer than was polite.
Then Arion exhaled slowly, li ...
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