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His chiseled face is now one of a man's

“Are you okay

I’d be torturing her as well

We all have choices

Crazed (Paperback) The Crime His chiseled face is nowBefore I can even exhale, he tosses his jacket on the floor and has me against the wall, with his lips and tongue all over mine. His hands hold my cheeks. The woodsy scent of his cologne makes my butterflies go crazy. But the look in his eyes, the one that has both danger and vulnerability in it, that's the final bullet to my plan. He's my quicksand. I'd happily drown in him forever. There's no pulling myself out. Instead of staying focused on my

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