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“I didn’t mean to get so carried away. Did I hurt you?” “No, I’m okay. Just… need a minute.” “That good, huh?” I swat his chest. “Careful. You won’t fit that ego through the door.” “Hah. I don’t fucking care. I have zero desire to ever leave this bed again.” Wrapped up in each other, we rest in silence and catch our breath. My eyes drift shut, too heavy to hold open, despite the morning birds singing outside his window. All I want is to stay here, trapped in the safety of his arms forever. “Willow,” he whispers. “We should get showered before everyone wakes up.” “Mmmm.” “Shower. Now.” “Stop ...more
Where Broken Wings Fly (Briar Valley, #1)
by J. Rose
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