Danielle

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My hands settle at the hem of my gray Henley before dragging it up my body and over my head until I’m just as bare chested as she is. Now it’s her gaze that dips. My muscles tense as I stand in place, allowing her to look her fill. The heat in her eyes nearly singes me alive. “What about the jeans?”
Break my Heart (Western Wildcats Hockey, #6)
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