Buffee

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When his lips grazed my mouth, the hurricane raged. Was he kissing me goodbye? His kiss set fire to my skin, illuminating our cocoon of silence and darkness where nothing outside of his pounding soul and my sparkling flesh existed. If this was goodbye, it was the cruelest parting.
Celestial (Angels of Elysium, #2)
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