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He’s being too gentle. I shudder and shake my head, pulling away. Baz lowers an eyebrow, watching. He waits for me to relax next to him again, then puts his hand right back in my hair. He rubs his fingertips into my scalp. It’s better. It’s good.
Any Way the Wind Blows (Simon Snow, #3)
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