Mary Parker

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Leaning back against the cognac suede seat, a notification sounds in the car as a vibration buzzes over my skin. Callum looks over in time to see me reach into the v-neck of my scrub top and pull out my cellphone. A text notification from Mia lights my screen. “Did you just pull that out from…?” Callum’s deep voice sounds beside me.  “My bra? Yeah.”
Any Means Necessary
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