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I grin. “So intrusive.” She nuzzles in closer, her fine hairs tickling my chin as a chuckle breaks free. “Like the sun, right?” My arms encase her body, pulling her as close as possible. I breathe in her citrusy musk, her flowery skin, and the warmth that bleeds from every inch of her. “Yeah… that’s right.”
The Wrong Heart
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