Leanne

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The deep, gravelly voice came from behind me, making me jump. I turned on the bench and looked up and up. He was giant, and not just his height. A black motorcycle jacket encased his broad shoulders. I could see a black thermal underneath that was tight against the muscles on his chest. When I finally saw his face, I had to stop my mouth from dropping. Oh, shit. He had a striking face only much rougher and way scarier. His black hair wasn’t very long, but it was rumpled like he ran his hands through it often. His wide cheekbones and strong jaw made his face attractive, but a much rougher and ...more
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