She turned her face toward him, and even in the darkness he could see the gleam of her smile.He answered with one of his own, and he reached out to touch her cheek because it seemed the most natural and necessary thing for him to do. Like in the carriage when he had touched her hand, he wanted to be connected to her in a powerful way that he could not understand.
Her skin trembled beneath his fingers, then she turned her face away again.
—From The Spinster's Christmas
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