“Lorenzo and you can set the table?” I assume she is referencing the breakfast nook that faces the lake and forest beyond, but Lorenzo chooses to put the placemats down at the second island before showing me where the silverware drawer is. We both reach inside it at the same time, sending sparks scattering up my arm from a quick brush of his pinky finger against mine. The sensation startles me, and I suck in a breath. It’s not fair to be this…imbalanced around someone. It throws me off, turning me into a bumbling fool who can’t seem to handle his presence. I blame the fact that I see bits of
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