Run Ruby Run

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Run Ruby Run

"Uh," I sheepishly itch the back of my dripping neck, "could you maybe...toss me my heels?"

Fury rolls off of Noah's drenched frame in crashing waves, and his chest heaves heavily as if a bull seeing red. I barely manage to dodge the glossy, 4 inches heeled pumps from flying at me and stabbing me in the face. "I'M GONNA SMEAR YOUR INTESTINES ALL OVER THESE FUCKING WALLS!"

Author MissTigress

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