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“I missed you so much,” he says into my neck, his voice thick and muffled as strong arms come around me. Water continues to cascade down on us, still hot somehow, though we’ve long since gotten used to it. Eyes burning, throat tight, I nod against his head. “I know, baby. I know.” He shudders and I squeeze my eyes shut.
Still Beating (Lost Boys, #2.6)
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