"Sarah…" Jace mumbled her name like a secret, like something fragile on the tip of his tongue.
Sarah’s breath caught in her throat. Her eyes snapped up, meeting his—dark, stormy, and filled with something she couldn’t place. Longing? Confusion? Both?
“Sir?” she whispered back, her voice barely holding together. Her fingers were still pressed against his chest, feeling the heat of him. Her heartbeat thudded against her ribs like it wanted out.
She hadn’t meant to fall into him. But when she tripped, he caught her. And now… now he was still holding her. One hand firmly around her waist. The other hovering at her lower back. Close. Too close.
His scent—it was all over her. Expensive. Clean. Masculine. It wrapped around her senses, tugging at something she didn’t know she’d hidden.
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