Bethany Hall

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Much to my surprise, he lowers his face slowly, turning his head at the last moment and nibbling ever so gently against the side of my crown. I buck against him, a zing traveling up my entire body as I huff a laugh. “Okay, maybe a little biting,” I concede. His grin would topple me if I were standing.
To Catch a Firefly
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