Oliver Badger-Bridewell

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It was so dark that I almost couldn’t tell how close he was until his lips touched mine, and the flood of waiting for it filled every inch of me with a buzzing heat. He opened his mouth, his breath featherlight on my skin, and his hand slid to the back of my neck, leaving a searing burn on my cheek.
Oliver Badger-Bridewell
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