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Oh, fuck. I step in, letting my hands smooth over his chest, fingers brushing against the soft cotton of my t-shirt. He stiffens under my hands, his eyes shutting tight as if he’s in physical pain. “Ilmari…look at me,” I whisper.
Pucking Ever After(Jacksonville Rays, #2.5)
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