You thought I was peculiar,” she said in a muffled voice.His mouth brushed the edge of her ear and settled against her n — Lisa Kleypas, Love in the Afternoon
You thought I was peculiar,” she said in a muffled voice.His mouth brushed the edge of her ear and settled against her n — Lisa Kleypas, Love in the Afternoon
You thought I was peculiar,” she said in a muffled voice.His mouth brushed the edge of her ear and settled against her n — Lisa Kleypas, Love in the Afternoon
You thought I was peculiar,” she said in a muffled voice.His mouth brushed the edge of her ear and settled against her n — Lisa Kleypas, Love in the Afternoon
You thought I was peculiar,” she said in a muffled voice.His mouth brushed the edge of her ear and settled against her n — Lisa Kleypas, Love in the Afternoon
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You thought I was peculiar,” she said in a muffled voice.His mouth brushed the edge of her ear and settled against her neck. She felt that he was smiling. “Darling love… you are.

— Lisa Kleypas, Love in the Afternoon
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