Cheeks

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“Don’t you worry, doll face,” Darla whispered behind me. “Jackson made sure we got you.” Those words wrapped around my heart like barbed wire, and I sucked in a sharp breath. I glanced at the space around me—more than a generous one-person space in every direction. Jackson really had fucking thought of everything.
Burned & Bound (Love Doesn’t Cure All)
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