Cristina Michel

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I’d bolted to the shower so quickly that I hadn’t bothered to take pajamas into the bathroom with me, so I wrapped myself in a towel, brushed out my hair, and walked back into the bedroom. My eyes met with Blake’s, and I held the towel closer, feeling practically naked there in front of him. I was sure in that moment that he could see straight into my soul, and every inch of my body ached to run up to him and kiss him and pretend that everything was going to be all right and that he would be able to live out the rest of his life on Earth.
Cristina Michel
what is this nicole never forget your clothes now your stuck staring at Blake
The Hands of Time (Elementals #5)
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