Mex returned from the kitchen, placing the plates on the table before sinking onto the couch beside Ella. He stretched lazily, acting as if nothing had happened, but his smirk told a different story
Ella sat beside him, stiff, arms crossed, her body still burning from before. She refused to look at him, but Mex noticed the way her chest rose and fell faster than usual, the way she avoided his eyes like she hadn’t just moaned his name minutes ago
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