Ariana Copeland

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A wavy teal design edged her dark eyes, and her magenta-streaked brown hair swirled into a braid gathered at the base of her neck. Suns, she was beautiful. He bent down, gently brushing a kiss against her lips. The touch of her skin sent an electric jolt through him he wasn’t sure he’d ever get used to.
Into the Churn
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