Xia Harris

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“No one has ever looked at me like that before, you know,” I admitted, having a little trouble holding his gaze. He moved closer—arms resting on my thighs, hands around my waist—and my eyes closed on their own. “Like what?” I felt him kiss the edge of my lips, then my cheek. “Like…that,” I repeated lamely in a whisper against his lips. He smiled then brushed a soft kiss right next to my ear. “Can you be a little more specific?” “Nope.” I felt his chuckle deep in my bones more than merely hearing it. “Okay.” Then he kissed me. Our lips molded together, gently, nothing more than a whisper in the ...more
The Hardest Fall
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