Shanley Roach

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Shade was right behind her. Holding a leather jacket in his hands. “Thought you might need this,” he said with a grin, then came and put the jacket over my shoulders. It was heavy. It was warm. It was big—and it smelled like raindrops and his skin. Definitely Shade’s.
Shanley Roach
So fucking sweet.
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