Anna slipped inside, laid her palms against the smooth wood door panel, and waited. He hadn’t yet moved from the other side. Her senses hummed, attuned to his, until she heard another sigh, then footsteps leading him across the hall to his own room.
She exhaled the breath she’d been holding and opened her eyes. Her heart was racing, caught in a spell that he’d woven only moments before when he let his gaze drift over her face to her mouth. As if he were going to kiss her.
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