He’d moved toward me again. His hands released mine and moved to my waist, and I noticed I wasn’t the only one breathing heavily. He pulled me to him, bringing our bodies together. The world was all heat and electricity, thick with tension that was only one spark away from exploding around us. I was balancing on another precipice, which wasn’t easy to do in heels. I wrapped my arms around his neck, and this time I was the one who drew him closer.
Richelle MeadA gun. I had been brought down by a gun. It was practically comical. Cheaters, I thought.
Richelle MeadI know how devastated you must be to miss me, but leave a message, and I'll try to ease your agony
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