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I try not to focus on the caress of his hands on my bare skin, the flutter of his fingertips, the overwhelming press of his body looming over mine. But I can’t. Even closing my eyes isn’t working. He’s everywhere. Smothering me, weighing me down, it’s like I’m suddenly being suffocated by him.
A Photo Finish (Gold Rush Ranch, #2)
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