Victoria Ribot

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I brushed my fingers across the surface and tried pushing my thoughts to them. I want you to come back. The low laughter felt like tingles across my skin and through my mind. Silvery tendrils of sensation like they were reaching out for me too. Soon, mate. That was Marius’s voice. I could tell the difference now. And Erik. Sleep. It was like a caress inside my head, and I went back to sleep.
Victoria Ribot
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