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... re trapped between a rock and a dangerously hot psychopath.
That’s what I realized, lying next to Celestia that morning, the soft sound of her breathing the only thing breaking the quiet. Her head was on my chest, fingers idly tracing lines on my stomach.
(She stayed for the weekend, the whole weekend. Couldn’t stop her.)
It’s funny how something as simple as the absence of a ticking clock can make your heart race. She was warm. She smelled like vanilla a ...
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