✶⋆.˚ bailey kate ✶⋆.˚

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Of course it was the hottest man I’d ever seen. He entered through a different door than I had, one that appeared to come from a quiet hallway. Our eyes met in the mirror above the sink, and my brain frizzed out. Who could blame me, though? First of all, he was super tall. And broad, with shoulders that shouldn’t be possible on someone who wasn’t a professional athlete. Which he probably was.
How to Fake-Date a Vampire (Charming Cove, #2)
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