Lauren Dun

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His voice rumbled low and intimate. That feeling of contentment vanished, a slow burn of heat melting into my limbs. “They use each other,” he answered with deliberate slowness. “Only each other?” His eyes rolled silver in the dark of the cab. “Only each other.” “I didn’t realize you could. From one person only.”
Resting Witch Face (Stay a Spell, #5)
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