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Julian smiled, his thumb still tracing the line of her hand. "I’m in no rush. I hear the best work happens when you move slow."

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"No," Julian said, his hand covering hers on the workbench. His thumb brushed against her knuckles, a deliberate, grounding pressure. "I want you to keep it. I realized today that I’m tired of looking at things through glass cases. I’d rather be the person making the marks." Julian smiled, his thumb still tracing the line of her hand

He walked over, standing close enough that she could smell the faint scent of old paper and peppermint. "I found something. It’s not for the gallery. It’s for me." " Julian said