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... accuse.
It just stayed there—low, almost breathless—curling against my skin like smoke from a dying flame.
I flinched, just slightly, at the sudden mention of her mother and that generalized view of men.
But she didn’t move. Her arms stayed around my neck, her thighs still spread, her weight still pinning me in place, with the full softness of her hips bearing down.
Warm.
Heavy.
Alive.
Her cheek pressed into my shoulder, lips close—almost b ...
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