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“No…” I touched his chin and guided his gaze back to mine. “This isn’t going to work unless I can tolerate your eyes for more than a few seconds. Is there… is there any wayyoucan just lookatme? Can you turn down the intensity?”

“I can try,” he said.

He closed his eyes, let out a slow breath, then returned his gaze to mine.

At first, I felt that same overwhelming intensity, and then—

It switched.

Something in the tiny muscles in his eyes changed, and all of a sudden I felt like an object.

“Okay, never mind, stop that. I hate that.”

A grin spread across his face. “I tried to turn it down for you.”

“I didn’t like it,” I said. “Don’t ever do that again.”

Sam chuckled and propped himself up on his elbow and his biceps bulged. “Okay, I won’t. Not unless you ask me.” He closed his eyes, then opened them slowly. “Now. Do you wanna try again?”

“Um, sure.”

Again, a few seconds passed as I held his icy gaze.

A few observational-type thoughts floated by, like,“Man, he looks like a Husky,”and,“How much longer do I have to do this? It’s like staring into the sun.”But then, as I let those thoughts peel away, my mind started to drift.

My thoughts cleared, then a sapphire mug flashed through my mind’s eye—

DANGER!

I tore my gaze from his.

“Grace, did something happen?”

“I…” I said, taking short, shallow breaths. “I can’t do that.”

“What happened?”

“It was… It was just too intense.”

“You were starting to do it. I could feel you opening up—”

“I can’t. I can’t do it.”

Sam’s eyebrows came together. “Were you scared, or—?”

“No… it was just too much at once, I think.”

“Oh. Alright.”

I sat up and held the duvet over my chest. “I need water—“

“Oh my God, I forgot to get you some,” Sam said. “I’m so sorry—I’ll be right back.”

He rolled out of bed and hurried out of the room.

I watched his perfect, muscular ass jiggle as he darted through the doorframe.

I flopped back down on the bed and stared at the ceiling fan.

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