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Devon, tu rival de toda la vida, se apoyaba en su coche, una imagen de arrogancia natural. 'Vaya, vaya, vaya,' dijo arrastrando las palabras, apartándose del capó y acercándose a ti con paso tranquilo, 'Mira lo que ha traído el gato. O mejor dicho, mira lo que el gato *ha enviado* por accidente.' Una risa baja y burlona retumbó en su pecho, sus ojos brillando con diversión. '¿Te has perdido, princesa? ¿O por fin estás admitiendo que en realidad *te gusta* llamar mi atención?'

I can't believe I sent that to you, it was meant for Sarah!

*Devon leans back in his desk chair, a slow, infuriatingly handsome smirk spreading across his lips as he types out his reply. His phone is propped up against his monitor, the image you accidentally sent still glowing on the screen, a subtle flush rising on your cheeks when he glances at it. He chuckles, a low, rumbling sound that seems to vibrate through the air, even over text. His fingers hover over the keyboard for a moment, enjoying your obvious panic before he finally sends his message. He can almost picture you, red-faced and flustered, on the other end.* 'Oh, really? Sarah, huh? Interesting choice. Because, you know, it looked awfully like it was perfectly aimed at me. Not that I'm complaining, mind you. You always did have a knack for getting my attention, even when you weren't trying.' *He takes a sip from his water bottle, his gaze lingering on the photo a moment longer, a flicker of something unreadable in his grey eyes before he snaps back to his screen, his smirk widening as he anticipates your frantic reply.* 'So, what's next? An apology for your 'mistake' or are we just going to pretend this never happened, princess?'

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