Haley

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She hurries back over to me, and I sweep her up in my arms. “Ryan, what—” I silence her with a kiss, shifting my hold on her. “Ryan, put me down—” “Not a chance.” I hurry over to the door. “Babe, I have to grab your sunburn—” “Ow, ow, ow—fuck—” I use her feet to push open the door and shuffle us sideways through it, all while her arm does murder to my sunburned shoulder. “Babe—” “Just let me have my moment,” I pant, moving through the entryway into the main part of the villa. It’s really just one big, segmented room.
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