Simran Nagpal

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His fingers, his sure fingers, firmly massaged the shampoo over her scalp, lathering up her strands. Morana tilted her head back, groaning at the amazing sensation. His hands paused for a split second before he continued again. He could totally switch careers someday if he wanted. There was something so peaceful in that shared silence, something so reminiscent of the first night she'd spent in his territory.
The Reaper (Dark Verse, #2)
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