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“Relax. There you go,” she murmurs, her touch warm and soft. I bet the rest of her is warm and soft too. Her thumb presses into the muscles around my neck, and I almost whimper. “That’s so good, Riley.” Fuck me. Up to this point, my attraction to her hasn’t been a physical thing.
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