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“You kiss like you dance,” he murmured against my mouth. I broke away, suddenly appalled. “Terribly?” He laughed, but it was low and deep in his throat, half a growl, as he stole another kiss again. “Like someone waiting to be asked. You can just dance, Lemon. You can take the lead.” “And you’ll follow?” “To the moon and back,” he replied,
The Seven Year Slip
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