“I’m glad it was you, Aless.” Her heart skipped a beat. Blinking, she fixed her gaze upon the parquet floor. “Glad it was me?” she whispered, daring to meet his eyes as he now fastened the jacket’s golden toggles. Holy Mother’s mercy. Seeing him only confirmed her misplaced attraction. But he’d said he was glad. Maybe it wasn’t misplaced? Holding her gaze, he abandoned the toggles midway and took a step closer. Her heart pounded. Had he noticed her awkwardness? Was he teasing her? She swallowed. He carefully took her hand, her shaking hand, and raised it to his chest, pressed it there, over
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