Natalia Revere

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Koen’s hand is gripping my headrest, so far from my face, I must have dreamed of his touch. Which is on-brand for my recent maelstrom of psychosexual neuroses. The fact that my stomach is not twisting and turning, even though I’ve been abhorring all forms of physical contact, is proof of it.
Natalia Revere
Is she that dense?? Cant he smell it on her?
Mate (Bride, #2)
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