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“Vivi—” “Yes,” she answers, her eyelids fluttering as she closes the space between us. Her lips graze mine and fireworks explode in my brain. She arches her neck and I deepen the kiss, allowing her fingers to trail from my neck to my hair, and she tugs at my braid softly—heat rising from all the places that feel good.
A Bánh Mì for Two
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