Pamela A.

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He frowned, twin lines appearing between his eyebrows. β€œOkay,” he grumbled. β€œI’ll be right outside, angel.” He kissed her forehead, sucker punching me in the heart. β€œI’ll take good care of her,” I said. He nodded and walked out, wiping his eyes with the heels of his hands, and for that, I fell in love with him a little bit.
Pamela A.
π‘Ίπ’π’π’˜ 𝒃𝒖𝒓𝒏 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆
Now That You Mention It
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