Addicted » Malik AU
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Last published Wed, Mar 12, 2014
"Honestly," she breathed. "I think I'm addicted."
"To what?" he asked bluntly, taking a step back to get a better view of the girl's beauty.
"You."
© 2014, wildesstdreams
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↳ trailer on the side made by me
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