Catie Boylan

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When he does finally pull away, the burning sting lingers, and Kayde tilts his head up to the light just to fucking grin at me. And shows off that his normally perfectly white teeth are tinged with pink. “You—” I jerk my arm, forgetting that I can’t move it properly. “You broke skin? You fucking⁠—”
Dead of Summer
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