Sabelle C

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Arlow walks out just as I’ve finished a particularly scorching scene. My mouth dries up at the sight of him and my words fall out without a moment’s thought. “Oh, you’re doing that on purpose.” His brows dip in confusion and he freezes in place, looking down at me. “What?” “Gray sweatpants and bare chest? Have some mercy. Your parents are right down the hall.”
The Beekeeper
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