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A chill slipped under her skin and Cybelline shivered.

“You’re cold?” asked Ferrin. He made to go the fire again, but Cybelline stopped him.

“No, it’s nothing. The odd shiver. Do not trouble yourself.” In spite of her words, she shivered again.

This time when Ferrin got to his feet he put himself directly in front of her. Without asking permission to do so, he placed the back of his hand against her forehead, then her cheek. His touch lingered in spite of his intention for it to be otherwise.

“I told you it is nothing.” Cybelline’s skin tingled under his fingertips. She did not ask him to remove his hand. How was it possible that he could evoke such a response from her? The merest brush with him arrested her heart. She glanced upward and saw the dark centers of his eyes were wider than before. She suspected it was the same for her.

“You feel it, don’t you, Cybelline?”

She did not ask him to explain. She simply nodded.

He took one of her hands in each of his and raised her up. “It is like completing a circuit.”

“Electricity,” she said softly.

His mouth was gentle on hers, the tug of his lips infinitely soft. Opposites. Attraction. His words came back to her as he nudged her lips apart. The kiss was long and slow and deep, and when he raised his head she felt herself being pulled toward him…