Jack’s gaze has a strange sort of comfort to it. It’s odd, the way we can stare at each other as if we’re staring into each other’s souls. I could never do this with anyone else. It would grow too uncomfortable, too awkward, but with him, it makes me feel at ease, seen, like I’m not so alone. His hand lifts, and I hold my breath as he strokes his thumb softly over the side of my face. The touch alone is enough to send sparks down my spine. A heat burns in my belly, arousal blooming between my legs. His eyes, his touch, his presence speak a language I don’t comprehend. What is he trying to say?
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