Emma

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Her eyes flicked to meet my own, as if she could feel me staring. They lingered, and for a moment, I swore I stopped breathing. It was like I’d forgotten how to perform essential bodily functions. My chest grew tight as I tried to suck in a lungful of air, suspended in this awkward tension hanging between us.
Through the Dust (Black Springs Ranch, #2)
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