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... m and it feel so perfectly right.
Sunlight is pouring in through the drapes that I never bothered to close, and filtering through her hair like it was made to be there. I wouldn’t trade the view for a thousand dollar painting.
She moves, just a littl, and every nerve in my body lights up. I tighten my arm so she knows she isn’t leaving unless she pull me off with a crowbar.
God, Walton, breathe.
Last night, the kitchen, the bed—hell, everywhere—I took her apart. B ...
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