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... me. Is it Harry? George? It was hard to remember as his lips made me insane. I feel his hands sliding over my bare skin, the weight of his body pressing me into the mattress. The deep, steady, sound of his breathing on my face.
I should have stopped him. I should have stopped myself. But every thought of caution drowned under the rush of heat between us. The city lights spilled through the window, turning his skin to gold. My fingers found his hair—thick and soft. I pulled him closer, gr ...
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