Liza Broadaway

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“I never used to believe in soul mates,” he breathes. “But you…” The mattress gives beneath us as he lays me down and settles above me. I cradle his face, feel his stubble catch against my fingertips as I trace the angle of his cheekbone, the curve of his lower lip. “You are my forever.”
The Fall
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