Cass

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“Thank you,” I tell him. “For this.” “I told you not to—” I arch to shut him up with a kiss, and with a soft curse he slides one arm between my back and the mattress to pull me up. “You’re welcome. Lucky for you, I’m so fucking”—a harder stroke—“selfless.”
Cass
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