He knows.
And she knows that he knows.
What she doesn't know is how he knew. But she's also sure that he doesn't know that she knows that he knows.
The steel legs of the table made a scraping sound; her hip had bumped into it in her haste to leave the room. Sam Dong chuckled—dense as he was, he didn't miss the fact that the palm on her cheek wasn't wiping any of the dust away. It was holding her cheek as if it was protecting a treasure.
Of course he knew.
(Never mind that it was just because he accidentally looked through her wallet—the important thing was that he knew.)
~dreamscapenymph~
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