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Zander’s Bed Part Two

Aurora's POV

He stopped at the edge of my reach, like he’d mapped the exact distance I could handle. Carefully, like I was a match head he didn’t want to strike, he held out his hand.

“May I?” he asked.

I stared at his palm. Callused. A tiny nick near the thumb. I put my hand in his.

Sparks. Not...