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“You did so fucking good,” he whispers, raw and quiet, meant only for me. I smile into the pillow, body sore, heart full. There’s nothing left in me but warmth, and when his fingers find mine under the covers, lacing tight, I let myself drift, held completely.
Highest Point (The Hastings, #3)
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