Leandra Parsons

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Glancing at our entwined hands, he noted how my body vibrated. “Excited? Or nervous?” He searched my face for the truth. “Both,” I admitted before biting down on a groan as Julian’s bare chest brushed mine. The slight sensation against my already aroused nipples felt like torture.
Alive at Night (Wildflower, #1)
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