He drove with one hand; the other closed around over mine, interlacing our fingers. I stiffened with surprise. “Don’t worry, Luna. We’ll make it.” I stared at his profile for a second before my gaze drifted to our intertwined hands. His was so large it engulfed mine, and so warm the heat radiated up my arm, through my chest, and into my stomach. He was focused on the road, and his act of comfort was a casual, unthinking one, but somehow that made it all the more intimate. Emotion climbed into my throat, thick and sudden. I missed sex because I hadn’t had it in a month, but I hadn’t realized
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