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... ng, his mouth wiped, the flavor of Linda Maci still in his mouth, and a little of her warmth.
The Playbook was very hot and pressing against the canvas, and he was compelled to move forward by the weight of his backpack on the counter.
Linda was leaning on the kitchen island with her messy auburn hair, it was sticking on her flushed cheeks.
Her green eyes were staring at him, coy and yet apostolic, her sweater cocked, leaving a curve of cleavage.
Her jeans clung t ...
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