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It was the way she stole glances at him, the way she stole his t-shirts, the way she stole parts of him too. There was no fucking way he was ever going to let go of her. He had long left obsession and entered into a whole new territory, one he didn’t even recognize because it was more. More obsessive. More intensive. More possessive. More.
The Annihilator (Dark Verse, #5)
by RuNyx
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