Morgan VanderWeele

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His green eyes bounce between mine, and a flicker of something I can’t name passes quickly before it’s gone. “Close your eyes.” I do as he says, not necessarily believing him, but I’m already in here now so fuck it. I’ve made stupider decisions than lying in bed with a half-stranger.
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