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| [Bewitched, Bensoned, and Bewildered - by theholyinnocent] |
The first time had been funny. Maybe even a little sexy. The second time bewildering. The third, awkward. And now? She wasn’t sure if the blush creeping across Elliot’s face was a result of anger, desire, or both.
“You can’t do that any more,” he growled.
Olivia sighed. “I’m sorry.”
Elliot grew contrite. “It’s not like I don’t like it.” He chuckled. “I mean, you’re good.”
Now she blushed. “Thanks. But—I just can’t help it. I see the body bag—it just triggers it.”
He shook his head. “Liv, you gotta stop making out with Warner in the morgue.”
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