Chapter 125

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• Claire stared at him as her heart throbbed with a furious rhythm. Her hands were suspended around his shoulders. Just suspended an inch or so away. She wasn't touching. She didn't want his heat to transfer to her body and make her quiver. Whereas he was tightening his hold like an anaconda does upon feeling his prey exhale inch by inch. It became difficult to breathe.
• However, she didn't thrust him back. She didn't even try to uncoil his muscled arms from around her frame and put distance. Somewhere, deep down in her heart, she found this type of physical contact with him soothing. Like a balm on forehead searing with relentless ache.