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I pressed on his shoulders to stop him in place and cupped his cheek so that he was looking at me. The tingles that spread from our touch like it had this morning had returned at full force. His smooth cheek was soft under my hand, and the warmth of his skin was a comfort I never knew was possible.
The Firedancer (Black Cat Circus #2)
by Rye Cox
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