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you wanted. ‘This has to be over,’ you said.” I put my hand on his to push it away but instead held it still for a moment and closed my eyes. He curled his fingers around my hand and kissed my knuckles with his soft warm lips. I melted. There was something about that man I’d never felt with any other person. Joaquin and I were hot for one another for a long time, but it was totally different. This was visceral and electric. My need for Reid was almost spiritual. I hated
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