Soleil Andrews

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My mom’s mouth has fallen open. Carl’s brows are drawn together, his lips parted like he can’t find words. Ezra’s wrapped around me, his face pushed between my throat and shoulder. We’re both in our underwear.
Soleil Andrews
fuuuuuck. Shit has officially hit the fan....
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