He stepped closer, so close that I could feel the heat radiating off his body. His fingers brushed against the back of my neck as he draped the necklace around me, sending a shiver down my spine. His touch was deliberate, unhurried, like he was savoring the moment. When he fastened the clasp, his hands lingered for a heartbeat longer than necessary, his fingertips grazing my skin.
“Perfect,” he said finally, his voice low. He stepped back slightly to look at me, his gaze traveling from the pendant resting on my sternum, up to my face.
I reached up to touch it, its surface cool against my fingertips. It felt like more than just a piece of jewelry. It felt like a promise, a connection to him that I couldn’t quite explain.
Talon’s expression softened for a moment before he spoke again.
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