Gayle Simpson

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So I said softly, “I still hate you, you know.” He tensed, something passing through his eyes. Reaching out, I traced his cheekbone, whispering without enough air in my chest, “Most of all, I hate that I think I’m falling in love with you.”
Nectar of the Wicked (Deadly Divine, #1)
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