Kaja Salsman

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“Goodnight, Adam.” I chanced a peek at him, but his hooded eyes didn’t reveal anything in the dark kitchen. “Goodnight, Blue.” His gaze stayed on me until I shut my bedroom door between us, and I realized a disturbing truth. One time probably wouldn’t be enough.
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