“You know what I want?” I kissed up and down her arched spine. “I want you to know, without a shadow of a doubt, that you’re not broken. I want you to know how incredible your body is. I want you to feel about yourself the way your readers feel about the fictional women you write. I want you to stop treating yourself worse than you treat characters that aren’t real.” I nipped at her shoulder. “You’re a force to be reckoned with. Don’t reserve the best parts of yourself for fiction.” I knelt behind her and grabbed the back of her thighs, licking up her slit. Annie jolted forward as a gasp
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