Samantha A.

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“I could’ve golded you—I mean gilded. I could’ve gilded you,” I stutter, face growing hot.  “You’re sure you’re not drunk?” he says with a teasing grin. Great Divine, when he looks at me like that, when he flashes that subtle, secretive smile, it transforms his entire face. He’s a smoldering, sexy warrior with transcendental beauty, and I like being in his arms far too much.  I lick my lips, and his eyes flick down to watch, making my stomach flutter. “Not drunk, but I’d really love to be right about now.” His smile widens, and I find my own lips twitching, corners tilting up like they want to ...more
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