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I reach out and take a piece, then yelp. They’re scorching hot. “Let me see.” Salvatore seizes my hand and turns my palm up. I try pulling out of his grip, but he holds my hand tightly. My heartbeat picks up, and butterflies flutter in my stomach again as he lifts my hand to his lips and places a kiss on the tips of my fingers.
Stolen Touches (Perfectly Imperfect, #5)
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