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Finally, his hazel eyes give way, finding mine and allowing me to see the endless world of guilt within them as his brows crease with regret.  My throat is tight, and my stomach seems hollow. It hurts already. “Don’t,” I warn. “Please don’t.”  He inhales a deep breath. “Vee—”
Mile High (Windy City, #1)
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