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“How much did it hurt?” he suddenly asks. “Did what hurt?” “Watching her with other guys.” I choke at the flood of memories. “It felt like someone was drowning me in fucking salt water and lighting me on fire.” His lips almost rise in a fraction of a fucking smile. “Same.”
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Hothouse Flower (Calloway Sisters #2)
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