Becca Sabala

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I should have stopped it. Stopped us from going too far. But I didn’t. Iggy’s touch was incomparable to any sexual experience I’d ever had. With Iggy, there wasn’t a rush to get off. My mind wasn’t in a constant spinning motion of doubt, destruction, and disaster.
Grave Dissonance (Rhythm and Tempo, #3)
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