The ride from the Metropolitan Museum back to Hayes Tower had been charged with an unbearable, intoxicating heat that made the soundproofed leather cabin feel like a pressurized furnace. Alexander hadn't let go of her hand once. His long, calloused fingers had remained laced tightly with hers on the leather seat, his thumb slowly, rhythmically stroking the sensitive skin of her inner wrist. Through the tinted windows, the neon lights…
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