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... ushing the sides of his legs, her arms crossed like she could shield herself from the storm of heat, sweat, and mess that clung to their skin. The air around them was thick, almost sticky, smelling faintly of salt and skin and something dangerously sweet. André’s fingers ran through her tangled hair, slow and deliberate, as if he were untangling secrets from the very strands, secrets she didn’t even know she had. Vivienne bit her lip, glaring at him, muttering curses under her breath that could ...
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