Amelia Davis

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“You’re attracted to me?” I technically ask him, but it’s more of a statement because his body is already giving him away. He scoffs and looks over at me. He looks pained for a second, like he’s working out how to proceed. “Fuck—” He smiles tightly, then laughs again. “Yep.” He nods, then shoves his hand through his hair uncomfortably. “What gave me away?”
The Conditions of Will
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