Bailey Kuskoski

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The shake of her head is disbelieving. “I would have probably gone out and bought sugar just in case you asked. And then froze if you actually came to my door.” “You don’t freeze around me anymore.” I lift our joined hands and kiss the top of her knuckles. She watches my mouth brush against her skin. “Trust me, internally, I’m still freaking out.”
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