Chrissy

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Rhiannon’s door, across the small hall from mine, opens and I see Sawyer’s tall, lean frame come out. He runs his fingers through his hair, and when he sees me, his eyebrows rise and he freezes—his cheeks almost as red as his freckles.
Chrissy
Damn Rhiannon lmao. She never going without
Fourth Wing (The Empyrean, #1)
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