“You’re right. I don’t belong here.” He stayed close. “Where do you belong then? I want to know so I can be there.” Butterflies erupted in my stomach and the hair on the back of my neck stood up. My reaction should have been to his words. I didn’t react to other men though. I felt his cold blue eyes on me from afar and knew if I turned, he’d be heading our way. Suddenly, mint and sandalwood surrounded me. I felt his abs up against my back as he pressed right into me and leaned far enough forward that his arms enclosed me as he set his hands on the bar. By doing so, he’d nudged Bastian back,
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