Phoebe Turner

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I brushed my lips against his, so silky smooth compared to the roughness of his beard. “I love you, ya know?” He smiled under my questing mouth. “Love you like it’s my religion, little Lou.” Then he pressed his forehead to mine and said, “Just in case there was any fuckin’ doubt, this is your house now and my bed is your bed. Wanted you here anyway, sorry it happened this way, little warrior, so fuckin’ sorry, but glad you’re here all the fuckin’ same.”
Welcome to the Dark Side (The Fallen Men, #2)
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