A quiet descends. Heat radiates off him. He’s also still touching me. My gaze drops to where his hand rests against my bare skin. I’m acutely aware of the roughened texture of his fingertips. The slight abrasion as they glide along my flesh when he stops touching me. I raise my head and stare at him. His blue eyes have darkened. Is that a silver ring around them?

Our breathing drowns every other sound out. The sharp inhalation we both take. There’s also a spark of electricity that seems to crackle between our far too close bodies. Aside from Pierce, this is the closest I’ve been to a man in five years. In the quiet of each night, where I’m afraid to admit things, even to myself, I’m lonely.

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