Jenna Harding

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Edwin sighed, his anger deflating. He reached over, sliding his hand to the back of her neck, fitting it beneath her hair. Then his thumb stroked the column of her throat. “Don’t ever do that to me again. Please. You need space, fine. I’ll give it to you. But don’t you ever hide from me.”
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