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My words emerge in a gush. “I need you, Oliver. I don’t care if I have to crawl over broken glass or through blazing fire to get to you. I don’t care. I need to touch you. I need to kiss you.” My chest heaves and tears prickle my eyes.
The Unlikely Heir (Unlikely Dilemmas, #1)
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