Stupefied under the intensity of his attention. As he drags his gaze back to mine, my skin grows hotter, like I’m standing in front of an open fire. It’s dangerous but oh-so-enticing. He takes another step forward, and I, another step back. Now in the vast foyer, the stained glass in the entryway windows cast a kaleidoscope of colors over his face. Greens, blues, pinks, warming his cold features and softening his sharpness. He runs a thumb over his bottom lip. Gives a slight shake of his head. Then he reaches out toward my chest, his knuckles grazing the silk fabric cutting across the curve
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