Simran Nagpal

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His lips curl around the edges, dark eyes heating until I swear they’re simmering in the depths before he dips his head down to my ear. A wave of goose bumps scatters along my skin when his warm breath caresses the shell of my ear, and I hate that my body reacts to him when my mind wants anything but.
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