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The beauty of Prague Castle—my home—filled me with an overwhelming sense of panic. I shivered, partly from fear of returning to the castle and partly because my thin cloak didn’t provide enough warmth from the night’s chill.
“You’re cold,” Marc said.
He slipped his hand under my cloak and rubbed my bare arm. “You’re not fine. You’re freezing.”
“We’re almost there. I won’t freeze.”
Marc drew me to him until my back lay against his chest. I shivered again with the unexpected contact. He wrapped his arms around my waist and leaned into me, using his large frame to shield my body from the whipping wind. I couldn’t stop myself—I nestled into him, seeking his warmth.
“That’s better,” he whispered.
I was incredibly aware of how close we were and how much of our bodies touched. I’d never been this close to a man. My mind buzzed with activity. Was he as aware of me as I was of him? Or was I being silly?
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