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Tyr looked at her. No one had ever wanted to see his hand before except to critique it or ask a thousand questions. But something about her made him believe she wouldn’t be the same as the others.

Tyr slid the leather glove off and held his hand out for her to inspect.

She hesitated for a moment and then slid her fingers over the top of his.

“Can you feel that?”

A tingle danced through Tyr’s body at her soft touch, and his pants tightened around his burgeoning arousal.

He coughed and adjusted in his seat. “Uh… yeah.”

“But it’s made fully of metal?”

He nodded. A warmth spread through him, comforting him and making him relax.

“That’s amazing.” She lifted his hand and turned it over, touching his palm with soft light strokes. “Does it have the same sensation as your flesh hand?”

“Not exactly, but it’s close.”

She took his other hand and placed it palm up on the table. She traced her fingers over both palms, and Tyr’s pants tightened further.

“What’s the difference in the sensation?”

“I… uh…” Tyr swallowed hard as his body grew warmer, a peaceful sensation flooding him. “I don’t know how to explain it.”

She stared at him for a moment. “Can… Can I try something?”

“What?”

“I want you to open your mind up so I can feel what you feel.”

“You can do that?”

She nodded. “I have only done it once. The first time I kissed a guy, I tried it. That was a disaster. But as long as you don’t think about another woman while I do it, I can handle it.”

Tyr stared at her for a long moment. The thought of her kissing someone else had him ready to punch something, but the feeling faded as her beautiful, almond-shaped blue eyes stared at him earnestly, sparkling with interest. Her cheeks had flushed a brilliant rosy shade, and the natural hue of her lips had deepened as well.

It was a strange and foreign concept, but the idea intrigued him. “All right.”

He opened his mind, and hers touched his. He couldn’t describe the sensation except to say that he no longer felt alone. Like the sensation of someone watching you, but you couldn’t see anyone. Not in a creepy way, though. More in a comfortable way.

Her hands pressed down on his, and she swirled circles into his palms. Slowly, a smile spread across her face.

“It is different. Almost like… TV static fuzzing out the sensation in your metal hand. Or like tinnitus where you have a buzzing in your ear and can hear quite as clearly.”

Tyr’s chest squeezed. “Exactly,” he whispered. He’d never been able to describe it before, and yet, she had. How had she done that?

She smiled as she continued to touch him and experience his reaction. Her plump lips curved upward, forcing up the corners of her eyes as well. She was amazing.

When he’d first seen her at the speed dating event, he’d known she was pretty. But he’d never imagined she’d be that gorgeous. Perfection. Perfection made flesh; she put all goddesses to shame.

Tyr blinked and realized her fingers had stopped moving. They stared at each other, and he caught the hitch in her breathing.

She’d heard his thoughts.

Tyr locked down his mind, and she drew her hands away.

“I… I’m sorry,” she stammered. “I didn’t mean to. It’s just…”

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