Simran Nagpal

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The rough, low timbre of his voice sounds next to my neck, where he dips his head, lips almost brushing against my ear. I can feel the heat of his breath caressing the shell of my ear, and I nearly shiver. It takes every ounce of control in my body to stop the visceral reaction.
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