Yeilyne Rodriguez

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Pushing his knees apart so I could slide in between them, I whispered, “I need you. I don’t know how to do this. Not without you. I wasn’t born into this world. I’m not a regal-born princess. I’m just… me. And I need you to help me through it.” He brushed a thumb over my cheekbone. “I need you, too.”
Wickedly Yours (Witches of Pleasant Grove, #2)
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