Ashlee Moore

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I poured everything I couldn’t say into the kiss—all the longing, all the heartache, all the promises I couldn’t voice without shattering into a million pieces. And later, when his body slid over mine and he whispered my name like a prayer, I held on tight and pretended, for one desperate moment, that this would last forever.
The Defender (Gods of the Game, #2)
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