Crystal Douglas

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When he moves his hand off my back at the base of the stairs, I grab his hand before I can convince myself not to. He’s quiet for a second. His thumb trails a path across my knuckles, and a low hum buzzes under my skin. Then he steps away from me, dropping my hand, and opens the door to his and Morris’s room. “Good night, Leigh.”
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