Lessia frowned. “But… but that would mean—” “You danced because music makes you happy? Yes.” Her brows pulled in further. Music always made her happy—that wasn’t a surprise. It was the gravitating to Merrick—kissing Merrick!—that was confusing. He makes you happy. The low voice in her mind made her jerk upright. Did he?
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