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Damaging Him
He gave a satisfied nod and held his hand out for mine. “Come.”
I reluctantly set mine in his bigger one.
His folded around it. His thumb caressing along the back, possessively.
A strange thrill flowed through me, warmth at the gentle touch. Appreciation at his kindness. Making me want more.
Which only made me want to yank my hand away more. But doing so might shatter this strange bubble of gentleness he was creating.
I’d rather stay here as long as I can and stave off whatever awful thing is coming next.
Just as we were nearly to the carriage he stumbled and slumped forward.
Surprised, I turned reflexively and caught him. A hand on his muscled chest as I steadied him. Frowning. “Are you okay?”
His lips curved sideways, and he made it to the carriage to lean against it. Resting an elbow near his head as he eyed me. His face unreadable.
He was very good at concealing his thoughts when he wished to.
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