“You’re the one touching me,” I muttered when he continued to hold my hand in a punishing grip. The hard line of his mouth softened a fraction, and his chest suddenly expanded like he’d been holding his breath. I realized that I had, too, at the same moment, and gulped down some much-needed oxygen. Cayden squeezed my fingers and made to let go, just as his nostrils flared. My hand was only inches from his face, and in a move that would forever haunt me, he brought my hand to his nose and inhaled. Heat flooded my cheeks. Holy crap. I rarely bothered touching myself much, seeing as it never went
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