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... everything. Her hair stuck to her skin, her lips dry, her chest rising and falling as if she had just run across the entire estate. She wanted to breathe, to rest, to escape. But when she glanced at him, André was sitting calmly at the edge of the bed, his hand on her ankle, his lips pressing soft, deliberate kisses against it.
Her ankle.
Vivienne stared at him in disbelief. Out of all the places in the world, this bastard chooses my ankle. Who the fuck kisses ankles?
Her ...
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