I threw an arm around her, tugging her onto the couch with me. Bailey flopped down beside me, exhaling with a sigh and shifting ninety degrees so her long legs draped across my lap. I scanned her face and let my gaze drift down to her torso, clad in my white sweatshirt. It was a little oversized on her, but in the most perfect way. And I knew the curves beneath it were phenomenal. I wanted to throw her down on the couch and ravage her. But I didn’t want her to think that was the only thing I was interested in, especially after a few days apart, so I held off. Our gazes met again, and it felt
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