To my surprise, he reaches over and touches my face. His fingers skate lightly over my cheek. Not in a creepy way, but the way a blind person would if they were learning someone's face. I don't know what to make of that, so I remain perfectly still as he traces his fingertips over my brows and along my cheekbone. His touch is cool against mine, but not in an unpleasant sense. It reminds me of peppermint, oddly enough, the sharp bite and tingle of a chill that invigorates rather than repulses.
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