Rivals to Lovers
His fingers brushed against the inside of her wrist before smoothly sliding into her palm.
Then, just like that, his fingers intertwined with hers.
The moment their hands locked together, it was like a jolt of electricity surged through her. A heart-clenching rush—sharp, exhilarating, impossible to ignore.
Lena froze for a second, feeling the warmth creeping up her ears. She stared at their joined hands, then slowly curled her fingers tighter, returning his grip.
His hand was large, completely enveloping hers. Lena’s fingertips could only just graze the back of his hand.
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