Brithany Martinez

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Adam. “I love you,” he said. “I know,” I told him seriously. “How could you help it?” He laughed again and rolled over until I was on the bottom, and flexed his hips against mine. “I tried,” he whispered in my ear. “But it didn’t work.” I breathed into his ear for the pleasure of feeling him shiver against me. “Of course not.” He smelled like home, like safety, like love. “Of course not.”
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