We were too close. Suddenly, I felt very exposed. My hands moved from her waist to her thighs, an automatic reaction to having a female lean her face toward mine. I quickly checked myself, pulling my hands away to rest on the bench instead. Clearing my throat, I forced a small smile. “You’re alive.” “Barely,” she whispered with a wince, blue eyes burning holes in mine, studying me with more clarity now. “You have terrible aim.” I laughed at her words. They were so far from the truth that I couldn’t help it. “Well, that’s a first,” I mused. “I’m not used to being criticized about my ability to
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