Clementine Jensen

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My eyes dart back at the sound of his voice. The jacket and tie are gone—his black shirt is rolled at the cuffs and unbuttoned at the collar. Where he was sweet and tender on my doorstep just minutes ago, he’s sharp as he stands in the entrance of my bedroom, looking anything but relaxed.
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