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Nikolas looked down to where Ben still had hold of his wrist. At the same time, Ben did too. It was too noticeable not to see immediately—obvious. Ben’s voice hitched. “We have matching scars.” He ran his finger not over his, but over Nikolas’s, a gentle trail with a slightly chewed nail. Nikolas caught the finger. Ben kept his eyes lowered, watching their joined hands.
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