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Chapter fifty five

Author: JAY MARK
last update publish date: 2026-05-05 17:58:13

Tor POV

She's looking off to the side, her mouth slightly parted, her long ebony eyelashes lying against her cheek. It's hands-down the most sensual photo I've ever seen. I want to print it, frame it, and hang it over my bed where it can be the first thing I see every morning. My finger slides across the screen, along the curve of her waist. Wishing. Wanting.

Me: That last one, Angel. It fucking ended me.

Kyra: I like that one, too. I can't believe that’s me.

Me either.

Me: I'm speechless. I th
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