Carole Poster

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“I think you’re pretty,” he says, and all her objections fall away. He slides a finger along one strap and stops at her neck. Thumb caressing her throat, he dips closer, his voice low. “No matter what you wear. Stomping boots. Vampire garb. White dresses that fuck up my heartbeat. I love it all.”
For Better or Hearse
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