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It was Jackson. I grinned at the text and told him I would. Before I left his building, he kissed me with a little tongue, and we exchanged numbers. I liked him, and the sex was great, but I didn’t want to lead him on. Unfortunately, my heart was haunted by Quincy Mercer. It would take a while before I could genuinely move on with someone else.
Haunted Love
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