Ashleigh Rawlings

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mesmerized by the sight of his white-gloved hand resting against the peach silk of her gown. She stared at it, almost waiting for it to move, to travel down the length of her arm until it reached the bare skin of her elbow. But of course he wouldn’t do that. He only did such things in her dreams.
The Duke and I (Bridgertons, #1)
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