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Chapter 162

My cheeks hit maximum blush under his steady scrutiny. "Yes."

Rohan sang to me about the lovers and the dreamers, drinking in every step of my soft shoe, his voice wrapping around me. A current of recognition for a kindred soul arced between us. That whole not knowing where he stopped and I started? I'd had that with him during sex. That had been freaky enough since I'd never experienced it with anyone else. But the twining of his singing and my dancing was an intimacy I didn't even know I could feel.

Or have.

Or want.

The final chord rang out, my drumming heels fading out along with it. In the charged silence I asked him the one thing he didn't expect. "What happened in Pakistan?"