Haley Turner

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“You’re seriously freaking weird, and I love you for it,” I say, and then my cheeks flame as Windsor’s brows go up. “I mean, like … not love-love, but … just …” I groan and put my hand up to cover my face. I’m not ready for I love you’s just yet.
In the Arms of the Elite (Rich Boys of Burberry Prep, #4)
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