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Biting my lip as I looked over at my computer screen, noticing the time, I switched the phones over to the voicemail service. The entire time I did, I tried to pretend that Sin wasn’t there, watching me. ‘Marcus, Louis.’ I hung up the phone, peeking over at Sin. He smirked as he rested his elbows on my desk, before propping his chin in his hands. The light bringing out the cooper tones in his red hair “Stop,” I told Sin, knowing my blush was darkening as the coiling feeling of arousal coiled tighter. “You’re fun, I can see why Marcus likes you.” “I should hope he likes me, I lo, like him.” I said, blinking slowly as I looked up at him another wave passed over me, this one ghosting over my skin making my toes curl and my heart beat faster. “Stop,” I moaned before slapping my ha