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... d back, giving me space.
But space didn’t mean absence.
He leaned a shoulder against the doorway of the dressing room, arms crossed, watching me with that look—the one that slid over my skin like a touch. Not hungry, but claiming. Knowing.
I swallowed and stood up from the stool, then turned toward the wardrobe, trying to pretend my pulse wasn’t tripping.
I reached for the long cream dress. The fabric was soft between my fingers, but my hands trembled slightly bec ...
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