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We grind up against each other one last time for good measure, and then he’s pulling away, walking backward as he starts undoing his belt. I rub a thumb over my bottom lip, watching him, not taking my eyes off his body as he slowly strips down to nothing.
Still Beating (Lost Boys, #2.6)
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