Temi

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“You used your magic,” I whisper, delighted. He nods, his nose brushing against mine. “I did.” “Why?” “Because I wanted an excuse.” I barely dare to breathe. “For what?” “For this,” he says. And then he ducks his head and kisses me.
Good Spirits (Ghosted, #1)
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