Alexa

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He’d learned to keep those useless thoughts on a short, short leash. Like that time she’d moaned at the breeze he sent her way on Beltane—the arch of her neck, the parting of that mouth of hers, the sound that came out of her—
Throne of Glass (Throne of Glass #0.1–0.5, 1–7)
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