Samantha Ono

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“Jesus,” he said under his breath, running a hand through his hair. I leaned my head against the chair, my teeth tugging on my bottom lip. He glanced at me one more time as his laugh faded, his amusement disappearing into a tense atmosphere that sparked. A warm breath of air breezed through the window and I shivered.
The Sweetest Oblivion (Made, #1)
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