Leandra Parsons

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“I don’t—” I swallowed past the dryness in my throat. “I don’t think I—” “Yes, you can.” Julian smacked his hips into mine harder as if to prove a point. “You told me you could handle it, Juni. Now, where’s the fucking proof?” Goddamn him.
Alive at Night (Wildflower, #1)
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