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Hugs were her thing. People loved her hugs. If hugging was a contest, she'd surely be a runner-up. So she’d hug him. Every day, she’d hug him until he returned it, until he accepted that it was normal, until he began to crave it from her. She’d break down his defenses, one hug at a time.
The Finisher (Dark Verse, #4)
by RuNyx
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