[ You always have, is Miles' response, daring to nip at Gregor's lips lightly. Masterful at maneuvering me... He lets that second thought take on a lewd tone, picturing some ways that Gregor could maneuver Miles in the future. Dragging into kisses is a thought. So is making out on the kitchen counter. Or on the couch. Or the floor ... Miles' mind greedily provides all kinds of possibilities. ]
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