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Lost Me, Gained Regret (Jane and Bryant Ferguson) novel Chapter 442

Despite the effects of the drug, I was embarrassingly flustered.

In the next moment, he nibbled at me again, lightly. His eyes sparkled as he perfunctorily addressed the person on the other end of the line, "Got it, wise beyond your years," and then he hung up.

His lips found the corner of mine again, whispering, "May I?"

This man did it on purpose. He hadn't asked before biting me.

My heart was pounding, and in a moment of boldness, I shut my eyes, wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him closer, and kissed him first.

I felt my ears burning up.

But it was okay. I could blame it on the drug.

Gregory seemed pleased. He kissed me gently, cherishing each moment, his voice low and husky, laughter spilling between our lips, "Just friends?"

The question was a boomerang.

He's been holding grudges since he was a kid.

My consciousness started to blur. "Mmm..."

"Mmm?"

He bit me lightly, pulling me back to a semblance of awareness, "How many 'just friends' like me do you have?"

"None..."

My eyes were tightly shut, lost in his kisses, I murmured, "Only you, Gregory, only you."

"When things went south, you didn't call me. Even when you got your memory back, you kept it from me."

Gregory's lips brushed against my ear, "You really do treat me like a 'just friend,' colder than with your ex, much colder."

My fingers tangled in his soft hair, trying to explain with the little lucidity I had left, "It's not like that. It just so happened Bryant was there too. I didn't know who drugged me, couldn't trust anyone else."

"Oh..."

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