Jake Kohlmeyer

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In a millisecond, he’s right in front of me, his hands coming out of his jacket pockets and rising to my face. I feel his cold palms on my cheeks and I should flinch at the sudden burst of ice but he’s leaning toward me and then— And then.
The Infinite Noise (The Bright Sessions, #1)
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