Their hands hung flush between them. Thomas’s throat corded in a swallow. He seemed to have forgotten the lesson entirely. Slowly, Vivienne fit her hand to his. The sudden contact jarred him into looking right at her. That hunted look was back in his eyes. The one he’d given her that first morning by the fountain. She felt the heat of it in her toes. He pushed his fingers into hers, guiding her off the wall with a tug. She teetered on her own two feet before him, their hands threaded tight, the floor beneath her solid as rock. In that moment, she realized she wanted very badly for him to kiss
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