Desiree

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“Rissa Bell…” he murmurs, lips pulling slightly away, even as I try to chase them down. “I will kiss you for fucking ever, but you just woke up from your deathbed hours ago and you need to rest…” “I can’t rest,” I say, shaking my head. “I don’t want to rest.” “What do you want?”
Goldfinch (The Plated Prisoner, #6)
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