Leandra Parsons

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Sunday drops her hands and steps toward me before burying her face back into my bare chest. I inhale sharply, and I’m sure she can hear—and possibly feel—the quickening of my heart as she wraps her arms tightly around my waist. I stay frozen for a second before my body reboots itself, and I melt into her while wrapping my arms around her and inhaling her intoxicating scent. “Why?”
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