I reach for the dice at the same time Alec does. Our hands brush, his palm against the back of mine. His skin is warm. I pull my hand back. “Sorry.” “No, it was your turn.” He glances at me with amusement glowing in his eyes. It’s hard to look away when he is like this. “I guess I’m just too eager to win.” “Does winning come with a prize?” “My eagerness would be less embarrassing if it did.” That makes me smile. “We can create one to protect your ego.” “That,” he says, his eyes dipping down to my lips, “would be even worse.” Across the game board, Willa’s voice is sharp. “Come on, let’s play.
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