across her shoulders and décolletage. Minimizing risks also meant no more encounters with certain green-eyed phantoms… Something about him disarmed her in a way that was concerning, and she didn’t need such a distraction. Even if he was intriguing. And handsome. And exactly the type of being she had been trained to assist. Not that he seemed to need her assistance. Even if he did, he spoke in too many circles and she couldn’t figure him out. His mouth much too smart. Oh, his mouth. She wondered what it would be like to have that mouth on her skin. Running along her clavicle, over her chest,
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