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1 " Let me take your plate." Reid's voice startles me badly enough that I jump and apple juice sloshes over the side of my cup. I narrow my eyes. "What?""Your fruit plate. Its empty."I snort. "Why? Planning on poisoning it when I'm not looking?""Well, its empty so that wouldn't be very effective."My eyes narrow further. They are slits and I'm pissed. "Did you seriously walk all the way over here just to take my fruit plate?"Reid's lips thin into a line and he runs his hand through the wild tuft of hair on his head, thumb brushing over the shaved sides. "Yeah. That and..."He glances over at Riya who is doing a terrible job at attempting not to eavesdrop and Will, who is not pretending at all. "
― Brianna R. Shrum , The Art of French Kissing
