"Never yet, James." Despite her arch tone, something touches his cheek as she steps past him smoothly: something that might be the brush of a kiss, the light press of cool fingertips. A voice in his ear for a moment: "But try to stay on those quick feet, captain. You're going to need them."
She's disappearing into the crowd by the time he turns, but her touch lingers after her.
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She's disappearing into the crowd by the time he turns, but her touch lingers after her.