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“Stay with me.” I softened the words into a request, not an order. “Just for tonight. Please.” We were in the safety of my penthouse, but it wasn’t enough. I’d almost lost her, and I needed her close. I needed to see her, touch her, comfort her. Reassure myself she was actually there and not a figment of my imagination. Only then could I breathe.
Twisted Lies (Twisted, #4)
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