Something in Dakshana’s chest stirred. She was entranced by the sight of him, couldn’t move, a bird hypnotized by a snake.
Then she stared down at her wrist. “I thought you couldn’t touch me,” she said.
“You let me touch you,” he said.
“No I didn’t.” But her head was spinning, and she was dazed by how close he was, the way she could feel his cool breath against her skin.
“Yes, you did,” he said, and lifted a hand to caress her cheek. She leaned into the touch automatically and felt his fingertips brush, feather-light, over her skin.
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