“You know, this thing we’re doing right now?” I say. “Pretty sure it’s called human connection.” A breathy laugh escapes him. “Oh, sweetheart, I’m not sure I’m capable of human connection.” I pointedly ignore the endearment as I raise an eyebrow. “Well, you’re connecting with me right now.” When he looks at me again, I don’t find any amusement or playfulness in his stare – but something entirely new. Interest. Not curiosity but interest. Pure, unadulterated interest that makes my breath catch.
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