natalie clarice

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I watch his face, his firm jaw, the way his head is tipped to stare at where we’re joined, his hair falling over his forehead, and goddamn. “That’s it, Liv, fall. Fuck. Fall for me.” “I can’t. I want—” I try to tell him I want to watch.
The Fall of Bradley Reed (Seasons of Revenge, #3)
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