Raya’s POV.The silence between us pulsed with everything left unsaid.I sat in his lap, the vial of healing oil in my hand, still warm from where I’d held it. His skin,scarred and burned,rose and fell beneath me. My fingers hovered just above it, afraid to press too hard, to hurt him, or maybe... afraid of what I’d feel.“Hold still,” I murmured.“I can’t move,” he said, a low chuckle rumbling through his chest. “You chained me, remember?”I didn’t respond.Mostly because I liked the way that sounded.With slow care, I poured a single drop onto his chest. The oil glistened as it slid over the burned skin. I touched it gently, guiding it across the curve of his ribs, the dip between his collarbones, the mark near his heart.He inhaled sharply.“Sorry,” I whispered, even though I wasn’t sure if it was the pain that made him react—or the way I was touching him. Silly me!!He didn’t answer. He watched me, eyes heavy-lidded, following the path of my fingers like each stroke was a sentence
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