“You can’t actually be surprised that I’m angry.” I let out a shaky breath, my eyes falling shut. The dreamy scent of pine and citrus overwhelmed my senses. If I turned my head even slightly, my lips would graze the inked skin of his neck. “I'm not, Silas…but am I not entitled to feel anger, too?” I whispered. He stayed close for a beat longer, chills spreading across my body at the feel of his breath against my ear. I flinched as his fingertips trailed up my forearm, my chest rising and falling, my eyes squeezing tightly. I wondered if he would keep touching me under this tree…if his hands
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