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He falls back on his bed, raising his arm up and tucking it under his head. I don’t look at his muscles straining against his simple gray t-shirt. Or at his dark hair that looks so damn silky even on video. Or the rough-looking five o’clock shadow that needs a shave.
Face Off (Seattle Serpents, #2)
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