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... ere, in the middle, his chest lifting slow and even.
Down his carved chest, water crept like morning mist over stone. Damp black hair stuck to the back of his neck, some pieces sliding forward onto his brow. Not a blink - those amber eyes scanned the crowd, still as deep water - but the edge of his smile hinted he found something funny. Quietly amused, maybe, but never showing much more than that.
Females picked up on it right away, naturally.
They always noticed.
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