Morgan Irvin

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His smile grew broader, like there was sunshine inside him he couldn’t contain. "It’s no biggie.” His gaze darted over my face and I wiped at the tears still dripping down my cheeks. “I'm Ari, by the way." My voice wavered as I replied, "Layla." “Layla,” he repeated, holding out his hand to help me off the ground.
The Pucking Wrong Guy (Pucking Wrong, #2)
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