Well, no one treats me like a full-fledged royal, said Lissa, turning back to the dresses. No reason to act like one now. Show me your straps and short-sleeves.
Richelle MeadHis fingertips slid down from my face, lightly stroking the line of my neck, down toward my shoulder. Everywhere he touched, a trail of goose bumps appeared. How did he keep doing this to me? Marcusโwho made every girl in the world swoonโhad zero effect on me. But one whisper of a touch from Adrian completely undid me.
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