Chase Coe

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Luca said, “I couldn’t bear the thought of never touching you again.” A growl came out of Matti’s throat. He kissed Luca again, burying his hands in Luca’s incredible hair, tasting raw salt along the line of Luca’s split lip. Luca’s mouth was hungry beneath his, and Luca made little whines of desperation that settled low in Matti’s stomach. I can’t lose this, Matti thought, I can’t,
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