Angela

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I’d remember the look on her face until my dying breath. She was lit from within, radiant like a fucking goddess, chewing her lip with a hint of hesitation, but her eyes danced, like she knew what she was doing to me. My breath caught in my chest. Head over fucking heels indeed.
The Wrong Mr. Right (Queen's Cove, #2)
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