Adrienne

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The cotton of his shirt is soft under my fingers, but nothing else about him is. The hard lines of his chest are all solid muscle and bone. He smells like the softest hint of fuel and rust—sort of like an old penny. Not something I’d normally find sexy, but damn if it isn’t wafting straight from my nose into my pulse.
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