Noi (in & out)

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When our palms connect, and I look her in the eyes, I feel this powerful, electric force bounce between us, jump-starting my heart from its nearly catatonic state. What the actual fuck? My mouth waters. The back of my neck starts to sweat. And a visceral feeling of life pulses through me, reawakening me in a way I never fucking saw coming.
He's Not My Type (The Vancouver Agitators, #4)
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