Leandra Parsons

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“Fuck, I hope our room only has one bed,” he whispered, almost too quiet for me to even hear. “I can’t wait to get you alone.” Heat flushed through me and I squirmed in my seat, remembering how worked up he’d gotten me during the movie.
Forced Proximity (Bluebell House Duet, #1)
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