“Have you ever been in love?” He snorted, finally dropping his focus away from the sky and whatever had been holding his attention. I couldn’t see his eyes but felt the heat of his gaze move along my costume. Something about his aura shifted along with his posture, his attention suddenly feeling dangerous in the most intriguing way. Like standing too close to a seaside cliff as the wind whipped at your limbs, dragging you perilously closer to the edge. Or maybe it was how a mouse felt when a hawk noticed it and realized it was famished. I wasn’t naive enough to think myself the hawk,
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