Mattisyn Bartley

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Her eyes drop to my hand. “Are those…lilies?” She bites her lip, her cheeks blushing pink. I snap one of the blossoms off and tuck it behind her ear. We’re both quiet, and I swear I hear our hearts beat in tandem.
Westin (The Sovereign Mountain, #2)
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