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…, the rocks sharp and rough beneath us, but we didn’t care. I couldn’t believe what was happening — this place, this beauty from out of nowhere, the thing that blossomed between us. But her flesh was supple under my fingers, her breath hot upon my neck. The rest of it was a fever …
Logan Black
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