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I never wanted to feel this way again, yet I can’t help myself as I pull her closer, one hand threading through her hair. “Damn it,” I groan, something akin to helplessness rushing through me. “Why do you fit against me so perfectly?” She giggles and wraps her arms around my neck, her perfume invading my senses.
The Secret Fiancée (The Windsors, #5)
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