Keylin

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His hand cradles my jaw, and my mind spins out of control. The things he’d said as he hovered above that crack. The orders that sounded as though they were just for me. It had truly felt as though he was focused on me as he’d hovered over my cabinet door. I’d convinced myself I was imagining it. But he knew I was there the whole time...
The Bayou Never Tells
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