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... back. Not gripping. Not pulling. Just there. Whenever the terrain turned uneven or rubble forced them to climb, he checked her readiness with small, almost secret touches. A heavy palm bracing her elbow. Fingers steadying her waist. The brief warmth of his hand at her spine before letting go again.
She noticed every single one.
Not in a scary way. In the way you noticed when someone adjusted your collar before you realized it was crooked. Like forgetting where your feet were and ...
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