Slowburn Stories
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It’s Always Dark Before Dawn
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Parts 54
He reached for my hand, steady and warm, and pulled me close. Breath hitched — chest to chest. His cologne — fresh, warm, expensive — hit next, followed by his minty breath brushing my cheek. His mouth was close. Too close. One wrong move, and we’d forget where we were. “You’re mad at me,” he said, voice low, teasing, a curl of a smile tugging at the corner of his...