salomeja

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When he kisses me, I feel seen. I feel cherished, like I am the center of his universe. Which is insane. He is Noah freaking Tedesco. Mr. Perfect. People treat him as if he hung the moon, yet here he is, spending his summer chasing me around the country, filling me with his all-consuming kisses, marking me as his.
Truly
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