“Besides . . .” He studied the way my hair curled around his fingers as though it was the most fascinating thing he’d ever seen. “This would be different.” “Would it?” I tried to maintain my air of nonchalance, but it was harder than usual to take a breath over the pounding of my heart. “Aye.” He leaned in closer, his eyes searching mine. What was it about that eyeliner that made his eyes look bolder, sexier? “How so?” We had long since stopped performing for any kind of audience. My voice was little more than a whisper, and I was fascinated with the shape of his mouth, now a scant few inches
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