He inspects me for a second, his gaze thoughtful, and something shifts over him. Within him. Like a camera’s clicked on, and he’s sliding into a new role, a different character, the change so swift it alarms me. Then he reaches for my ponytail. “Can I?” I don’t really know what he means, but I smile. Nod. Resist the impulse to run. And then Caz’s long fingers are running through my hair, tugging my ponytail loose, his movements so light and fast I barely register anything except a faint, pleasant tingling sensation over my scalp. It’s a small, casual gesture, but in the brief moment when his
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