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Find Dora.

Get some punch.

Maybe eat a cookie.

Forget about the ridiculously handsome stranger standing behind the gym.

Easy.

Except I can feel him. I know that's insane. But I can.

His attention feels almost physical.

Warm.

Heavy.

Sliding over my skin.

My hand closes around the door handle.

Don’t look.

But I do.

I look.

Of course I do.

Wulfy is talking. Grimm isn’t listening.

Not really.

And I know that because Grimm Palermo is watching me.

Our eyes meet across the darkness.

My breath catches.

He doesn't look away.

Doesn't pretend he wasn't staring.

Doesn't even seem embarrassed that I caught him.

He just keeps watching me.

Like I'm the only thing out here worth seeing.

Heat unfurls low in my belly.

Oh.

That's...

New.

Or maybe not new. Maybe it’s just forgotten. Because it's been a long time since I've felt this.