Ashleigh

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“Stay with me again tonight.” She kisses me, but pulls away too quick, a slow smirk growing. “We’ll see.” “We’ll see.” I frown. “We’ll see? Tink, swear to God—” Her lips crush mine and we’re done fuckin’ talking.
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