Simran Nagpal

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I smooth my hands down her arms, kissing her cheek, and then her other cheek, trailing closer and closer to her mouth. Her breathing picks up, the slight rise and fall of her chest bringing a low chuckle out of me. I look into her eyes when I lean in, mere inches from her lips, but before she can lean in and kiss me, I pull back, admiring how flustered she is.
Spin the Bottle (Campus Games, #2)
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