His hot gaze moves over my face again. He reaches forward with his hand and taps me on the chest, right where I did. "M'rsl." "Close enough." I nod approval, and then reach out hesitantly and tap his chest. "Who are you?" "T'chai." His voice is all rumbly and deep when he says it, and it makes me quiver. It also makes my Marisol downstairs clench deep inside. "Oh," I breathe. "Your name is…Shy? Did I say it right?" "T'chai," he says again, tapping his chest. The way he says it is differently than me, like there's a hard stop right before his name.
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