theresa goodwin

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“I’m not stuck with you, Aurora,” I tell her as I break the kiss and lean my forehead on hers. “You are not ugly. You are not ghostly. You are not an abomination. And you are definitely not a burden.” I end each sentence with a kiss, nibbling on both of her lips to bring the bright red blood to the surface. 
Burdens We Carry (One Night, #3)
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