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He holds my head in his hands, fingers curling around the base of my neck, tugging me forward. My forehead drops to his chest, nose inhaling the smell of tobacco and cologne stuck to his shirt, luring me closer. My body seeks his, looking for…I don’t know. Comfort? Calm?
The Oath We Give (Hollow Boys, #5)
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