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Then he’s gone, and West’s eyes bore into mine. “Get over here, fancy face.” He holds one arm out, and within seconds, I close the distance between us. My head on his chest, my arms clamped around his ribs. He grips me, holding me tight against his hard body, and I feel it again. Home. “I never want to leave again.”
Wild Eyes (Rose Hill, #2)
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