“I have a strange idea that I should test this out.” “Test what?” My eyes dropped to his lips. I felt myself sway. “I think you would like to know.” He moved closer, his hand sliding up my arm and resting carefully at the nape of my neck. “You have beautiful hair.” “What?” “Nothing.” His fingers spread along the back of my neck, slowly weaving themselves through strands of loose hair. His deft fingers moved against the base of my skull. My lips parted, and I waited. He dropped his hand and reached out again as I stood there, eager—maybe too eager—to discover if he felt the same unexpected
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