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The wind outside was screaming like a downed elk, but inside, the only sound was the heavy, rhythmic thud of Julian’s heart against my ear.
Your thumb brushes the pulse point at my wrist, and suddenly the breath I’ve spent a decade mastering simply deserts me.
My skin was a map of places I hadn’t given him permission to visit yet, but the thin mountain air was a hell of a drug.
She was vibrating at a frequency that would have shattered a lesser man, a high, sharp C-sharp that tasted like lightning.