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“Alright, your turn,” I said. “And you’d better hurry because we’re almost to my place.” “Are we not allowed to talk when we get there?” I smirked as we pulled up to the underground garage of my complex and waited for it to open. “I personally don’t plan to do very much talking.” She gaped at me and I gently tapped her chin to close her mouth. “You’ll need to be a little wider than that, sweetheart.”
The Pucking Wrong Date (Pucking Wrong, #3)
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