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Then April clears her throat. “So.”

I open my eyes. “Yes?”

“You’re naked again.”

I look down. “That does appear to be a recurring problem.”

She bites her lip. Her gaze drops. Then jerks back up.

I raise an eyebrow. “Something wrong?”

“Nope.”

“Are you certain?”

“Absolutely.” Her cheeks are bright pink.

“You’re staring.”

“I am not.”

“April.”

“What?”

“My eyes are up here.”

She gasps.

I smile. Actually smile. The muscles in my cheeks and around my mouth feel strange. Unused.

But the expression comes surprisingly easily.

“Oh, you are going to be a problem,” she mutters.

I suspect she’s right. Unfortunately, I’m beginning to think the same thing about her.

She steps back.

Immediately, something changes. A chill moves over my skin. I look down. The tips of my fingers are turning gray.

“No.”

April follows my gaze. “Oh, crap.”

I reach for her.

She grabs my hand.

The gray stops. Then slowly retreats.

We stare at our joined hands.

“Okay,” she says. “That’s interesting.”

I flex my fingers. Human. I look at her.

“Don’t let go.”