The words die in my throat when he uncurls his hand from mine and trails his fingers down my arm. I suppress a shiver at his sudden touch, but the smile that lifts his lips tells me it didn’t go unnoticed. “I take it back,” he says softly. “This game isn’t boring in the least bit when I play it with you.” His gaze has dropped to the fingers gliding over my arm, and I still under his gentle touch. I’m not sure how long we stay like that, listening to the wind rustling the leaves above us as we study each other. And it’s only when his fingers trail up my neck to tuck a stray piece of hair behind
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