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His gaze skips down me like rocks across a pond. Each stop is punctuated with special attention. A devouring, hungry look on his face that has want flooding my body and chills pricking my skin. His eyes are invisible hands—I feel them everywhere they linger.
Beg, Borrow, or Steal (When in Rome, #3)
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