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“I’m fine,” he says, dragging out the word. I picture the barbell poking through his tongue flicking over his teeth, and fuck me, I should not be getting a boner right now. But I miss him. I miss him so much it steals my breath. I miss him more than I ever thought possible.
Still Beating (Lost Boys, #2.6)
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