Ashleigh

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He tips my head back, and his begins to lower. His eyes are hard and focus on my mouth and I forget to breathe. To blink. To think. My lips part. A low groan leaves him. All at once, the weight of his hands, the heat of his breath, and the pressure of his body is gone.
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