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“Why are you fidgeting? Do I make you nervous?”

My hand stops. I look up. He's watching me.

Of course he is.

Apparently Grimm Palermo sees everything.

Jerk.

“I'm not.”

One dark eyebrow rises.

That's it.

He doesn't say a word. Just raises that stupid eyebrow.

But the message is clear.

Liar.

I straighten.

“I was adjusting my dress.”

“Why?”

“Because sometimes women adjust their clothes.”

“Does it not fit?”

“It fits fine.”

His gaze moves over me.

Slowly.

Very slowly.

My entire body goes hot.

“I agree.”

Oh.

My.

Goddess.

My fingers curl into my skirt.

His eyebrow goes higher. I immediately let go.

“I wasn't fidgeting.”

“Of course not.”

Definitely a jerk.