69- Because I Have a Type and It’s Apparently ‘Cursed’

OZ

This isn’t how I expected my evening to go, but I’m not complaining. Kacia is in my arms, her breath catching against my lips, her body warm and real and close, and everything else in the world has gone quiet. I’m being careful, of course I am. She’s still bruised and broken and hurting, and ...

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