Morgan Wright

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Inhaling deeply, I noted the clean scent of him. Lynx, fresh air, and nothing else. No alcohol or smoke. God, he must be in so much pain right now… “Jesus.” His lips moved to my hair, and like the habit of a lifetime, my trembling hands moved to hook the waistband of his trousers. “You don’t wait, do you hear me?”
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