𝔢𝔩𝔩𝔦𝔞𝔫𝔞 𝜗𝜚

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Instead of shaking it, he takes my fingers gently and lifts my hand to his lips, then places a soft kiss on my knuckles. It feels like fire just seared my flesh. He doesn’t let go immediately, and I can’t tear my eyes away, noticing how hilariously tiny my hand looks compared to his.
Painted Scars (Perfectly Imperfect, #1)
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