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The lightest touch on her quivering eyelid was like butterfly wings, hardly anything at all. Her lashes fluttered against his thumb. She could feel the closeness of his palm, her head full of his scent. He feathered the tips of her eyelashes and followed their edge to the bridge of her nose—tracing a long line down and resting a hush on her lips.

Like a kiss.

Her eyes opened. She stared straight into Ink.

He dropped his hand.

“Thank you.”

They were both surprised when he said it.

Ink stood up, backing away cautiously—Joy kept her eyes on him as he moved, step by step. It looked as if he might do something, as if he wanted to maybe say something more, but he waved a hand and stepped forward into the breach, disappearing as he’d come.

Joy stared at the space where he’d been, doing everything in her power not to touch the side of her face.