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“Here,” he replied, sighing again, sounding only a little exasperated. “Come here.” He crisscrossed those long legs and tilted his head back, raising dark eyebrows at me. Then he opened his arms wide, stretching the material clinging to his shoulders and biceps for dear life. “Come on,” he demanded.
When Gracie Met The Grump
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