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Chapter 438: Lucas: Slow
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... he thrum of anxiety in my chest. Each time he passes behind me, my shoulders tense.
"Please stay still." His deep voice carries notes of concentration.
A warm breeze tickles my scalp as he places his hand near my head again. The sensation reminds me of warm summer days spent out in the sun—pleasant, but unremarkable.
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My legs itch from standing so still. "Take your time."
His frown deepens with each ...
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