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That was probably why I tripped. Before I knew what was happening, my
feet had messed up the beat and tangled together, and they would have
probably sent me straight to the floor if not for the man—the pair of strong
arms wrapped solidly around me—who held me in place.
“Thank you,” I muttered, feeling my face heat up and my body tense up
further. “And sorry.”
God. I had never blushed so much in one single night. I didn’t recognize
myself.
Aaron’s arms tightened around me. “Just for precaution,” he said,
bringing me even closer.
Each and every nerve ending in my body turned into the end of a live
wire. My skin tingled, my heart raced, and my mind whirled.
“Oh. Okay.” The words reached my ears, strangled, as if it had come out
of me in a gurgle. “Thanks.”
The skin on my face heated up further.
Aaron hummed, just as his thumb brushed my back very lightly, drawing
one single circle that left a tiny trail of goose bumps behind. Goose bumps
that traveled to all corners and nooks of my body.
As much as I told myself that this was a simple physical reaction to being
held against a male body, being held by a man’s arms, it was Aaron’s male
body and Aaron’s arms after all. So, either I had been alone for too long or I
was losing my mind. Because this felt … good. Really good.
Too damn much.
Those ocean-blue eyes shifted to my lips briefly. So quickly that I was
convinced I had imagined it. It didn’t matter though because then his face
dipped, getting as close as it had ever been and making me forget all about
that. Making me notice instead details that I had never paid attention to
before. Like how full those lips were, which I saw pressed in a line so often.
Or how his eyelashes were long and dark and framed the blue in his eyes so
perfectly. Or how I could see the lines of the soft creases adorning his
forehead, right above the spot where that frown that was almost a fixed
feature rested.
I was so lost in all that that one of my feet tripped again, but Aaron’s
arms tightened their grip around my waist as he shifted his head to one of my
sides.
“Aren’t you supposed to be good at this, Catalina?” he asked a few inches
from my ear. I felt the air leaving his mouth on my temple.