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Chapter 29. Lean on me

ผู้เขียน: Patty Writes
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Mirabella

I woke up tangled in bed with Theodore for the second time, it was hot, if I dared say but Everytime I thought of it that way I felt like such a bad person, Selena's face kept pooping in my mind, then the godforsaken kiss I had so hopelessly asked for.

His arms were steadily wrapped around me, at that moment I felt secured, protected in a sure way that I had a weird conviction that nobody could harm me. I could hear the steady rise and fall of his breath.

His chest was warm against my
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