Say you want to compare hand sizes.” I arch an eyebrow. “That old trick? That can’t actually work.” He gives me a knowing smile, and I get a weird stab of unease picturing him trying it on other girls. “My, what tiny hands you have.” I hold my palm out. “I bet my hands are twice the size of yours.” He snorts and begrudgingly gives me his hand, pressing our palms together. Oh. That’s interesting. Awareness rolls through me at the sensation of his calloused palm against mine. Every nerve on my hand lights up, tingling, snagging all my attention. It’s not even funny how much bigger his hand is
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