Jenna

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Anything to make the moment last a little longer. When it ended, Brie would remember to be wary of me. She’ll pull away and I’ll be stuck waiting until the next time she lets her guard down. But for a moment, I was a little less scary than the noises outside. For a moment, she was mine. Brie rubbed her cheek against my chest and held me tighter. “I’m going to be so pissed off if I’m not your fated mate.”
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