Alyissa Lore

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He was also carrying a bouquet of flowers. Tiger lilies and baby’s breath. She felt her heart plummet along with whatever hopes she had that this wasn’t exactly what this was as she gazed upon those colorful blooms. “Donni,” he said, when she didn’t speak. His eyes were restless as they traveled over her, and when they finally met hers, his expression was a little wild.  “You look . . .”
Little Deaths
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