“I agree.” Reaching across the console, I nudge his knee. “See? Looks like you’ve got good instincts about people after all.” “Subtle,” he says, and reaches back over to my side of the car to rest his hand on my thigh. Surprise shoots through me, my hands jerking the steering wheel unnecessarily and almost veering across the center line. Heart pounding, I wait for him to remove it. He doesn’t, and I’m so absurdly grateful I could cry. Nico, completely unaware of the havoc that hand on my leg is causing, lapses back into silence and closes his eyes once more. Giddiness rushes through my veins
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