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His hand reached out to touch her
arm. Freya looked up.
Оглавление“Thank you.”
And then he kissed her on the cheek. A gentle touch of his lips on her skin. Freya gripped her keys hard, willing the pain of the metal biting into her soft flesh to prevent her raising a hand to touch where he’d kissed her.
His kiss hadn’t been about sex. Or lust. Or any of the things she’d experienced before. It was liking. It was gratitude.
And maybe, just maybe, it was a little about love.
