Paytyn Wilcomb

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“I want to,” she whispered. “I want you.” My hands were tight on the steering wheel all the way to my parking spot outside my dorm. When I killed the engine, Bonnie didn’t move. I put my hand under her chin and forced her to look up. I cupped her cheeks. “You don’t have to do this,” I said. A small, shy smile pulled on her lips. Tears filled her eyes.
A Wish for Us
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