Deanna Wallace

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I press my face against his neck and breathe in, again and again until the elevator bings, and we’re on the fourth floor. I try to muster up the strength to let him go, but the addictive press of our bodies together is stronger than my willpower.
Deanna Wallace
Literally me every time I get to Alan’s lol
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