But every night, Jude haunted him. The coils of her hair. The calluses on her fingers. An absent bite of her lip. It was too much, the way he thought about her. He knew it was too much, but he couldn’t stop. It disgusted him that he couldn’t stop.
omg stop making me all smiley and giggly rn 🫣🤭🤭🤭🤭
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