Sarah Schuster

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the surface of the water, all the noise of the party whirling in my ears and far away. It’s just him holding me and me holding him, as we live in a submerged, secret world. Then we break the surface together as one, and the world crashes back into my ears. He holds me against his body with the biggest, toothiest grin stretched over his face. My outfit is drenched from neck to shoes. Liquid diamonds drip from his hair and cause his eyes to sparkle greedily as he stares into mine. “You’re fucking nuts!” I shout at him over the laughter
Wrangled (Spruce Texas, #4)
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