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She watchesher delicate pal a narrorist claether before she places her hand in mine Her skin is warm and soft—so soft it almost makes me shudder I her gently to her sandal-clad feet

She stands, re at a cord nestled between her breasts, two earbuds pop free “I should’ve been paying attention I know better than to listen to an audiobook in the airport”

“Must be a dae at the reply It’s not my best line, but it’s all my brain can co in front of er

“It’s a podcast, actually, on a recent Supreme Court case”

Brains and beauty? No wonder

“Do you agree or disagree with the decision?” I ask

Her perfectly arched brows pull together as she tries to hide a s as if she’s unsure whether to answer the question or not “I believe the Justices followed the Constitution, and that is their job”

“Nice non-answer,” I chuckle, watching a sparkle flicker through her irises

“I’ a strand of hair behind her ear, “most of us try not to”

Clearing my throat and, hopefully, my head, I pick up a tube of lipstick at her feet and hand it to her She takes it without touching me Instead, her eyes roam over my suit, take inon ht now, I bet she could draw a composite of me with intricate detail

As if we’ve done this before, we turn toward the baggage claiether Her posture is perfect, her narrow shoulders held just so There’s a cool elegance to her, a sophistication, a refinement that lures ence in her eyes that holds my attention