Bethany Hall

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Lucky lets out a little breath, his expression turning serious. He eyes me closely, and my pulse kicks back up. “We’re going to talk about it.” There’s no use asking about what? Lucky pushes off from the wall, taking a step forward. “I kissed you.” I nod, breathing through my nose as he slowly closes the distance between us, stalking me, it would seem. I sure feel like prey.
To Catch a Firefly
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