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Moaning into the soft skin of her throat, I felt Lu’s nails scratch gently across my shoulder blades, and she held me tight—so tight. As if I would leave. As if there was anywhere else I could possibly want to go. She was sunlight, air, shelter—everything I’d ever wanted in my most desperate heart.
Fall Me Maybe
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