Macee Grisenti

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We were close enough she had to crane her neck to look up at me, which I took full advantage of by sliding my hand up to the back of her slim neck and leaning down to claim her lips like I’d been wanting to since she aimed that gun at me⁠— —only for a sharp tug on my heel to pull us apart before I’d even gotten a taste. “What the hell⁠—?”
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