She didn’t respond but kept her eyes closed, her thumb warily tracing a path across my cheek, then my jaw, then the bridge of my nose and down to my lips. My eyes fluttered shut, a chill sweeping over my shoulders while heat built low in my stomach as her fingers explored my skin. I stepped closer into her, and she opened her eyes. I could have fallen to my knees in relief at her clear gaze, dispelled of the terror that had taken her captive. There she is. Her fingers still skimmed my mouth, as if in a trance. My lips parted on an exhale and my tongue involuntarily flicked against the rough
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