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❝his anger is the paint. my body is an empty canvas. he decides to color me in.❞ [book one completed]
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❝his anger is the paint. my body is an empty canvas. he decides to color me in.❞ [book one completed]
❝ i'll carry you off into the sunset with no more dream playing in the background. ❞
"It never came up to my mind to be with you, to you be my first kiss, and to fall for you. Because I wasn't your Ms. Right,-" he suddenly grabbed my waist that made my body be that near to him. He held my spine and passionately kissed me. "Just, shh... I didn't request any Ms. Right,"