Connie Boring

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He burst out laughing. The next thing I knew, he’d cupped my chin in his hand and was giving me the sweetest kiss I’d ever had. Fire, whiskey, and fresh air seemed to cut through me, and I pulled him in close, running my hands over the hard lines of his upper body. We lingered together, foreheads touching.
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