Cayla Eells

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And then he pulls me away. With one hand tight in my hair, he angles my head up to him and peers down at me. His eyes flit around every corner of my face as he assesses me. He reads me like a fucking book and then tells me something I’ve longed to hear.
Powerless  (Chestnut Springs, #3)
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