Lark gazed up at me from under heavy lashes. She focused on my mouth, then back up, eyes flitting back down again as the hand fisted in my shirt unfurled and grazed the edge of my ribcage. My heart whacked against my sternum and hit every rib as it fell into my stomach. I wanted to shut my eyes and savor her caress, but damned if I could tear myself away from the ocean of her irises. Unmistakable desire thrummed between us. Longing. Licking my lips, I drifted closer with a pounding heart. If this backfired, it could be the end of our friendship. If it worked … I couldn’t imagine denying her a
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