Tanisha

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He extended a hand, so I stood, placing mine in his. The contact felt different. Not like the sparks some spoke of, but definitely a transfer of energy. Something I couldn’t explain and as he lowered enough to press a kiss to the back of my fingers while his eyes remained fastened to mine, I wasn’t sure how I’d remained standing.
They Call Him Nas
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