Chapter 198

We walked past a stand piled with tomatoes, and before I could stop him, he plucked one up, handed it to me, and said with a straight face, “This tomato reminds me of you.”

I blinked. “Do I look like a tomato to you? Red and round?”

“No.” He leaned down, voice low and smooth. “Juicy.”

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