Tessa

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He slinks back to my bed and sits on it with a heavy sigh and so much force it scratches across the floor. He manspreads on the mattress like he owns it, and I cross my arms over my chest.  He looks up at me and has the nerve to wink at me from behind his stupid little mask.
Tessa
hes like a cat.
Under Your Scars (Under Your Scars, #1)
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