Kara’s POV:Harris kept his gaze locked on mine as his fingers worked the buttons of my shirt one by one. Each slow pop of fabric gave way to cool air brushing my skin, and his knuckles grazed the shallow dip between my ribs with every pass. I stood in the low amber light of his bedroom, close enough to feel the heat rolling off him, and let him take his time."You're trembling," he said, voice low and pleased, like he'd discovered something worth keeping."I'm cold," I said, which was a lie, and we both knew it.He didn't argue. He just slipped the shirt off my shoulders and let it fall behind me, then dragged his palms up the outsides of my arms. His movements were slow, deliberate, warming me where the fabric had been.His thumbs found the hollows beneath my collarbones and pressed, and my breath caught and stuttered out again.Deep down within me, I knew I had wanted this from the moment I had woken up in the past and stared into his eyes, and now, I was about to have it, have him.
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