[ Berkut spots the shift in her mood as soon as her hand slips from his shoulder. Concern rolls over him in waves and he furrows his brow. She seems cagey all of a sudden, and he hasn't a clue as to why. Why does she hesitate to look at him?
His hands, tingling and warm with anticipation, still rest on her arm and waist. ]
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His hands, tingling and warm with anticipation, still rest on her arm and waist. ]
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