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... , but his closeness was anything but casual. He leaned slightly forward, his shoulder brushing hers as his long fingers danced over the keys, guiding her stumbling melody into something steadier, something whole.
Athena swallowed, her throat dry. Her mind screamed at her to shift away, to reclaim her space, to stop reacting to him. But her body betrayed her, rooted to the bench as though the weight of his presence had pinned her there.
She hated it. She hated how her chest was be ...
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