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Often I’ve wondered what it would feel like to be him,” he whispered softly. “To feel the warmth of your skin under my cold hand or your hot breath on my lips. These last few days have been torment on my curiosity.
Often I’ve wondered what it would feel like to be him,” he whispered softly. “To feel the warmth of your skin under my cold hand or your hot breath on my lips. These last few days have been torment on my curiosity.
