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Pressing a kiss to her lips, I let it say all the things I couldn’t. I’d tell her the rest—in time. She wasn’t ready for the other part I required from her. Not yet, anyway. I needed her to trust me first. Needed her to realize I wasn’t the bad guy.
Wickedly Yours (Witches of Pleasant Grove, #2)
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