And yet, I still don’t fucking move—can’t. She’s too still, too perfect. Her touch doesn’t belong to a man like me. I’ll be damned if it belongs to another man either. “Huh.” She frowns, opens her eyes, and steps back. “That’s strange.” My heart beats even faster. “What?” I snap. “You don’t have a heart at all.” She flashes me a cavity-inducing smile and flounces toward the tender.
