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"You know I'm a Little?" she breathed the question, and Sam nodded, giving her a kind smile. "But how?"
"I told you I was observant."
"Yes, but that doesn't mean that—"
"That I'd necessarily know you're a Little?" he asked, finishing her question. She nodded, chewing on her bottom lip, and he frowned. "You shouldn't bite your lips so much."
She let go of her lip with scowl. "Says who?"
"A concerned citizen, little one."
She leaned back in her seat, narrowing her eyes. "You didn't answer the question."
Sam sighed and turned back to the boiling water and added the pasta to the pot. "I think it should be obvious. Think on it for a second, Lily. You been feeling anything tonight?"
"Why?"
He shrugged and continued preparing their dinner by adding the Bolognese sauce to a pot. "Because I've felt something."
She gasped and then clapped a hand to her mouth trying to hold back any more sounds. "You have?"
He stirred the pot and chuckled. "Of course, Lily Bell. I told you that I had missed seeing you at the club."
"You mean the one you co-own? How did I never see you before?"
"I wasn't as hands on as I've been lately. I worked in a fight circuit, but I'm not so busy on that front anymore. It's let me shift my attention to Burgundy, but I'd seen you before when you performed, and I always wondered about you."
"What did you wonder?" Lily's heart was beating faster, her palms were sweaty and she was nearly shaking as she waited for Sam's answer. He continued stirring the sauce, looking unbothered. How was the man so calm?
"If you were a sub. If you were a Little."
