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His voice wasn’t just smooth, it was warm. Coaxing, even with its bitter edge.
His stare was direct. Intense.
smiling just enough to show that wicked dimple. Jesus, I could fall inside that dimple and never crawl back out. That dimple was going to be the death of me.
What the ever-living fuck?
😂
“I know you’ve been carrying this weight around for so many years, and it’s hard to put it down because you don’t know how not to carry it anymore, but you have to put it down now. Put it down and let me make it better.” Let me love you.
