Mira I cleared my throat.“Took it out to wash my face.” I lied then continued rummaging.I pulled him to sit and started scampering around looking for the first aid box, opening and closing cupboards, his hand caught my wrist when I reached for a top cabinet, his body heat consumed any cold I may have felt, I didn't even realize when he had moved, he was quiet, always moving with calm precision like he always knew, he was always watching.I turned around and our bodies were close, too close. I could smell a mix of mint and whiskey from his mouth and sandalwood from his skin, instinctively my eyes went to his but in them was something I couldn't name.His hand was still grasping my wrist, for a moment I thought I'd stopped breathing.“Why did you see him, Bella?” He asked in a low voice close to a rumble, a rumble of emotions about to unfold.My eyes shot open, his question broke off the rising anticipation between my legs. I swallowed. “See who?”He hung his head between us, his sh
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