C. Cullen

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My jaw clenched as I finally turned to look at her, and I almost immediately wished I hadn’t. Freckles scattered over her olive skin, tracing over her cheekbones, along her jaw, down to the opening of her shirt where the hollow of her throat was visible.
C. Cullen
again, SIMP!
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