Sarah B

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I bury my face in Anna’s hair and sweep my thumb over the ridge of her belly button through the silk dress. She leans further into me and rubs her cheek against my forehead, letting me soak her up for as long as I want to. Fuckin’ hell, I could stay here forever.
Strung Along (Cherry Peak, #1)
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