His fingers untangle from my hair, taking my breath away as his fingertips flutter over the back of my neck. I hold still as Cade’s fingers travel down my back. They drift over the small amount of exposed skin between the waistband of my pajama pants and my shirt. He watches me intently, his eyes full of heat. They’re still sad, but the sadness seems different. It isn’t pure agonizing pain staring back at me. It’s something more captivating. He lets his fingers drift underneath my shirt. I sigh, reveling in feeling his skin against mine. He pushes the fabric up, exposing my midriff. His eyes
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