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man's fingers and brought it to her lips. Her gaze he
the distance. They stood at the dead
. Dark eyes, dee
in my vocabu
like the others. Clean. Compo
Her skin craved touch
es climbing, awards stacking up. Her toys sold. Her life didn't. No friends. No lover
heartbroken or drunk. She didn't let him. She gr
lt every finger. His knuckles brushed the back of her knee. The contact hit her nervous system like a
herself away, breath ra
," her newest prototype. Elegant. Streamlined. Supposed to be her ticket out of financial hell. Nex
buzzed.
to deliver by the tenth results in
en times her advance.
en finished for three months. She'd held onto it because somethi
a, lost her balance, and landed directly on the device. A sharp crack. Pain tore through her lowe
scre
mediately. She stumbled to the bathroom.
knock at
Noise co
rassment and pain swirled. She clutched her burned
ts. Toolbox in ha
the door. H
The man fr
. All coherent thought evaporat
step forward, and that same scent of sandalwood and something uniquely him washed over her again. The proximity was overwhelming. T
behind her back as if hiding a shameful secret
of her apartment before landing on the broken prototype o
blem than a noise complaint," he
ssional failure and her private, physical ag
le of wrenches and screwdrivers she expected, but a neatly organized set of professional-grade tools and a com
her cold skin. A jolt, sharp and electric, shot up her arm
ent," she said, her v
h an antiseptic wipe. His gaze was intense, invasive, as if he could see every one of her pathetic secr
a dizzying cocktail of sensation. She felt too weak to fight, too exposed to resist. She could
up, pulling her gently to her feet, and walked over to t
n fix
, incredulous. "You
uminating the hard lines of his jaw. "Your number. I'll call y
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