Jessyca Simonsen

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Wren grabbed the front of my shirt and yanked me back down to her mouth. “In case it’s a while until I get to do this again,” she said before kissing me with every ounce of passion she had. Wren poured her heart into that kiss, and, for the first time, there wasn’t a doubt in my mind that she was all in. It wasn’t going to be easy, and it wasn’t going to be convenient, but things that are worth it rarely are.
Nothing Less Than Everything
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