43- But He Looked at Me Like I Was a Gift From Heaven

OZ

I shouldn’t be letting this happen. But how am I supposed to stop myself? She’s here. She’s warm in my arms, soft against my chest, breathing the same air. Not to mention, she’s wearing my hoodie, my clothes, and somehow that’s what undoes me. It’s not the teasing, or the flirting, or even th...

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