I breathed in the memory of his lips, the softness of them, and how they felt tracing across my skin, leaving ripples of — Sarah Alderson

I breathed in the memory of his lips, the softness of them, and how they felt tracing across my skin, leaving ripples of — Sarah Alderson

I breathed in the memory of his lips, the softness of them, and how they felt tracing across my skin, leaving ripples of — Sarah Alderson

I breathed in the memory of his lips, the softness of them, and how they felt tracing across my skin, leaving ripples of — Sarah Alderson

I breathed in the memory of his lips, the softness of them, and how they felt tracing across my skin, leaving ripples of — Sarah Alderson

I breathed in the memory of his lips, the softness of them, and how they felt tracing across my skin, leaving ripples of — Sarah Alderson

I breathed in the memory of his lips, the softness of them, and how they felt tracing across my skin, leaving ripples of — Sarah Alderson

I breathed in the memory of his lips, the softness of them, and how they felt tracing across my skin, leaving ripples of — Sarah Alderson

I breathed in the memory of his lips, the softness of them, and how they felt tracing across my skin, leaving ripples of — Sarah Alderson

I breathed in the memory of his lips, the softness of them, and how they felt tracing across my skin, leaving ripples of — Sarah Alderson

I breathed in the memory of his lips, the softness of them, and how they felt tracing across my skin, leaving ripples of — Sarah Alderson

I breathed in the memory of his lips, the softness of them, and how they felt tracing across my skin, leaving ripples of — Sarah Alderson

I breathed in the memory of his lips, the softness of them, and how they felt tracing across my skin, leaving ripples of — Sarah Alderson

I breathed in the memory of his lips, the softness of them, and how they felt tracing across my skin, leaving ripples of — Sarah Alderson

I breathed in the memory of his lips, the softness of them, and how they felt tracing across my skin, leaving ripples of — Sarah Alderson

I breathed in the memory of his lips, the softness of them, and how they felt tracing across my skin, leaving ripples of — Sarah Alderson

I breathed in the memory of his lips, the softness of them, and how they felt tracing across my skin, leaving ripples of — Sarah Alderson

I breathed in the memory of his lips, the softness of them, and how they felt tracing across my skin, leaving ripples of — Sarah Alderson

I breathed in the memory of his lips, the softness of them, and how they felt tracing across my skin, leaving ripples of — Sarah Alderson

I breathed in the memory of his lips, the softness of them, and how they felt tracing across my skin, leaving ripples of — Sarah Alderson

I breathed in the memory of his lips, the softness of them, and how they felt tracing across my skin, leaving ripples of — Sarah Alderson

I breathed in the memory of his lips, the softness of them, and how they felt tracing across my skin, leaving ripples of — Sarah Alderson

I breathed in the memory of his lips, the softness of them, and how they felt tracing across my skin, leaving ripples of — Sarah Alderson

I breathed in the memory of his lips, the softness of them, and how they felt tracing across my skin, leaving ripples of — Sarah Alderson

I breathed in the memory of his lips, the softness of them, and how they felt tracing across my skin, leaving ripples of — Sarah Alderson

I breathed in the memory of his lips, the softness of them, and how they felt tracing across my skin, leaving ripples of — Sarah Alderson

I breathed in the memory of his lips, the softness of them, and how they felt tracing across my skin, leaving ripples of — Sarah Alderson

I breathed in the memory of his lips, the softness of them, and how they felt tracing across my skin, leaving ripples of — Sarah Alderson

I breathed in the memory of his lips, the softness of them, and how they felt tracing across my skin, leaving ripples of — Sarah Alderson

I breathed in the memory of his lips, the softness of them, and how they felt tracing across my skin, leaving ripples of — Sarah Alderson

I breathed in the memory of his lips, the softness of them, and how they felt tracing across my skin, leaving ripples of goosebumps in their wake.

— Sarah Alderson

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