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Cake Tasting, Allergies And Trust

Auteur: Ethel
last update Date de publication: 2025-11-04 04:27:29

Elle

The bakery looks the same as it did last week. The walls are white with pale pink pastry patterns stamped in rows across them, and the air smells of butter and sugar.

Aaron holds the door open for me and I mutter a polite thank you as I step past him. The side of my body grazes his and though it's barely a touch, the contact sends a sudden spark straight up my spine.

I tried really hard to focus on anything that wasn't him when we were at the venue but no matter how hard I tried to keep m
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Clarissa Collins
Me too. we need some excitement like the last story.
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I love their chemistry but I need some mind blowing passion soon please
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