Today we have a little bit from one of my favorite scenes—and it’s from Atticus’ POV. So without further ado—here IT IS.
Something flickers in her eyes, and she looks away, playing with the straw to her tea. It’s so dejected, I pause and step over to her, tilting her chin up. Her breath catches. I have to force myself to let her go again. “Or,” I murmur, “you could come with me.” She inhales sharply, her chest rising under her thin shirt. “That’s a bad idea,” she murmurs. My fingers curve, catching in her hair. Its silky soft, and I can smell her shampoo, clean and floral. My thumb rests on her pulse point, the frantic beat jumping under my hand. “What are you doing?” she asks, breathlessly.
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'Til next time!