Morgan Cahill

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Two thin stripes run up the backs of her calves all the way to the tops of her thighs. Like the seams on pinup stockings topped with little bows. Nathaniel scrubs a hand through his hair. Christ. She just walks around with those out for anyone to see? It’s getting ridiculous. It’s the sexiest goddamn thing he’s ever seen. It’s also the moment he knows he’s fucked.
For Better or Hearse
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