theresa goodwin

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When we parted, I was breathless, stunned, and blushing. My heart was pounding, soaring with excitement. Gabriel released his hold on me, and chuckled as he carefully wiped my lip with his thumb. “Smudged your lipstick,” he said. “It looks beautiful on you, but don’t bother to put on more.” He winked. “It’ll just get smudged again.”
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