C. Cullen

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He moved closer again, setting his hands on the stone behind me to frame me in his arms, and I immediately regretted that I’d silently willed him to do so. The collar of his shirt was unbuttoned beneath the opening of his jacket, revealing an expanse of sun-darkened skin.
C. Cullen
my ovaries exploded
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