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“Why just me? Why do I have to be the one to say if we continue?” He begins rolling up one of his sleeves, showcasing his corded forearms inch by tortuous inch. “Because I’ve already decided.” “And that is?” His eyes darken as he pauses his movement, stealing my ability to even breathe properly. “You're mine.”
Christmas on the Thirteenth Floor
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