Make Me Yours (A Steamy Collection)
Chapter 1
I step through the wrought-iron gates, the clatter of the ticket booth closing behind me, and for a second, I let myself believe this might work, that the noise, the chaos, the press of strangers might drown out the voice in my head that won’t stop whispering you’re empty, you’re empty, you’re empty.
I weave through the crowd, shoulders brushing against sweaty bodies, a group of teenagers stumbles past, laughing too loud, their hands sticky with caramel apples, and I envy them for a second, the way they move like they’re untouchable. I don’t have that luxury tonight. I
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