Jamison clears his throat as he takes a step closer towards me, his mouth as close to my ear as it can be before it touches. “Between my shoulders. Like a weight.” He shifts his head so we catch again, his gaze going from my eyes to my mouth to my eyes again. “And I feel it in my bones.” He pauses. “Not that bone!” He nudges me playfully, and where his elbow touches my ribs, the feeling of him being there lasts so much longer than it should. “Get yer mind out o’ the gutter.” He smirks at me. I breathe out loudly. “I wasn’t even—” “In my normal bones.” He keeps going, ignoring me. “I feel it
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