It's only his thumb brushing slowly across the lower edge of my lip, but it's as if time slows and the sweep of that thumb below my mouth takes forever. It is no spell that I know of, but it holds such magic, I can scarcely breath. He pulls his hand away fast, aware of what he's done. But his touch lingers.
Libba BrayHow do you invent a religion?โ Evie asked. Will looked over the top of his spectacles. โYou say, โGod told me the following,โ and then wait for people to sign up.
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