CHAPTER 2
MAYA
The grape was barely swallowed before Liam’s hand slid from my knee to the inside of my thigh, warm and deliberate.
“Equal attention, right?” Jace said lazily, his voice a smooth drawl—but his hand was still higher than it had any right to be, fingertips brushing heat I was trying to ignore.
I laughed, but it came out thinner than I wanted. “You guys are ridiculous.”
“Ridiculous?” Liam smirked. “That’s what you call it?”
“I call it harassment,” I shot back, mostly because my brain needed the cover of sarcasm.
“Not harassment if you’re enjoying it,” Jace murmured, his thumb stroking slow circles through my jeans.
“I’m not enjoying it.”
Liam’s gaze locked on mine, dark and knowing. “You’re lying again.”
“Prove it.” The words slipped out before I could stop them.
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