Becca Mojica

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I knew she’d taste the exact same way. So I’d banished myself to the floor before I lost my cool and did something I couldn’t take back. Namely, wrap her bed head curls around my fist, hold her chin between my thumb and forefinger, and see if those lips were everything I’d been thinking about for the past few days.
The Third Best Thing (Fulton U, #3)
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