Lydia N Driver

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His mouth breaks from mine, and I chase it for a moment until he speaks. “Touch me, Xander.” It’s not until he says it that I realize my hands are locked on his shoulders, where they’ve stayed since he picked me up. “Where?” “Everywhere,” he groans.
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