Connie Boring

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Now that we were looking right at each other, I noticed his eyes were captivating, a greenish gray with full lashes and heavy dark eyebrows. He also had the perfect amount of dark stubble on his cheeks and a rugged way about him that made me want to go back to the part where I could smell his cologne. He gave me a slight smile, and I flushed, worried he knew what I’d been thinking.
The Lost Letters of Aisling
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