Freya
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Jonathan fixated his eyes on me, taking in every detail of my face. “You haven’t changed a bit,” he said, “I can still tell when you’re lying.”
I blinked. “I’m…I'm not lying.”
“You have a tell.”
“Oh please I don’t.” I rolled my eyes.
He had refused to tell me what the tell was. I just couldn’t believe there was, since no one aside from Jonathan saw it.
Jonathan smiled. “Then how did I know you were lying about wanting to sleep?”
I crossed my arms and c****d my hips. “You just assume everyone is a liar like you.
Dramatically he clutched his heart. “Ouch, I’m hurt.”
We went silent for a while, his eyes still moving over my face, then boom—his pupils dilated.
“What?” My brows joined together.
“You’re horny,” he said, eyes wide, tone teasing.
My spine locked, and heat s
