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I’m holding myself over him, my hands on his wrists, my knees bracketing his hips. He works his wings around us, pulling me closer. Then he latches on to my collarbone, right through my shirt. “You smell so good,”
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maybe listen to aunt fiona idk
Any Way the Wind Blows (Simon Snow, #3)
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