I ate lunch with Keira today. Second day in a row, I told him, then winced at how stupid that sounded.Rider's grin turned into a full smile, transforming his handsome face into the kind of masculine beauty that was like a punch to the chest. That's really good, Mallory. His voice dropped as he reached over, curving his hand over my arm. There was a near electric rush from his touch. I'm proud of you. For real.Giddiness surrounded my heart as I stared at his large hand, darker than my own. He knew how big that was, and I didn't feel so idiotic. He got it. He got me. And that meant the entire universe to me.
by Jennifer L. Armentrout
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In a poignant moment, the protagonist reflects on her experience of sharing lunch with her friend Keira for the second consecutive day. Despite feeling embarrassed by the simplicity of this statement, the interaction opens a deeper layer of connection. Rider, another character, responds to her with warmth and pride, highlighting their growing bond. His smile and touch convey an electric connection, turning a mundane lunch into something significant.

As she gazes at Rider's hand on her arm, she feels a rush of giddiness, realizing that he understands and appreciates her. This connection is not just comforting; it signifies acceptance and validation in her life. The moment encapsulates the profound impact that friendships and understanding can have, making her feel valued in a world that often feels overwhelming.

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