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Marcus: Aren’t We All Selfish

ผู้เขียน: Gemma D. Nash
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Enzo throttled and bent low at a sharp corner. The laughter on his lips was infectious, and soon, I found myself grinning as well. My hand snaked around his waist tighter when he shot forward suddenly, the purr of the bike reverberating around. It was the only thing I heard. The only thing I paid attention to.

But it was over abruptly. And when I got down and took off the helmet, I realized we were back in his beach house.

“This is what you had planned?” I didn’t mean it in a bad way, and Enzo
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