Meesh Wilson

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“And,” I added, unable to stop myself, “he made her a bad kisser. Like, pathetically bad. And I don’t know about you, but I think salty bitches kiss great.” He nodded, agreeing. “In my experience, women with sharp tongues usually have soft lips.” “You kiss sharp-tongued girls often?” His gaze lingered on my lips. “Not often enough.”
The Dead Romantics
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