Ariana Copeland

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His breath misted in the air between them, smelling of sweet mint. “But that does not mean I don’t want to kiss you.” He bent down and kissed her again, gently this time. “Oh,” she breathed, blinking rapidly, her thoughts and heart and stomach one huge fluttery mess. “Forget about all that fake stuff, Ezren. I want us to be real.”
Into the Churn
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