"Breathe," he commanded softly, his lips so close the warmth of his breath brushed her cheek. "Stop draining the color from your face. Your skin is already pale enough, there's nowhere left for the blood to retreat." His fingers slid upward, cupping the edge of her jawline. He tilted her face upward, forcing her to look straight into his eyes. She couldn't move. She couldn't draw a coherent thought. Every single word in her mind seemed to evaporate under the crushing weight of his presence. His gaze flicked down to her lips for a fraction of a second before returning to her eyes. "There it is," he whispered smoothly. "That exact look." He held her jaw firmly for one more long, suspended second. Then, just as suddenly as he had invaded her space, he let go, sat back, and pushed his door open as if the interaction had never occurred at all. "Come along then," he said effortlessly, stepping out into the crisp morning sunlight. "Let's go buy you a proper set of clothes."
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