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There’s nothing romantic about the frantic way we cling to one another, just waves of pent up desire that threaten to drown us. Terrified of getting hurt, we let our bodies do the talking while our words catch in our throats. But my body is screaming, demanding more.
Cleansed with Fire (Remember the Reaper Book 2)
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