Cyrene closed the small gap left between them, letting her warmth intentionally breaking through his defensive posture. She matched his gaze with a brighter and playful spark in her eyes and, without a hint of hesitation, she raised her hand and reached out to his chest,
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Anaxagoras groaned and huffed as he petulantly looked to the side.
“Don’t be silly, of course I know how. And even then, how would you be able to help?”
He raised an eyebrow, questioningly looking at the woman in her eyes. Not daring to try looking elsewhere.