✔️Flight✔️
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He gently pushed me against the wall, making my breath hitch in my throat. I could feel his warm breath on my neck as he trailed a finger slowly down my collarbone.
"You're not scared of me?" He cocked an eyebrow. I shook my head, earning a chuckle from him.
"You're scared of something," he pondered for a second. "Ah, got it. Flight. Baby, you're scared of flight."
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Rylah Miles is not afraid of anything. Any challenge put in front of her will be faced with a glare and a steely determination, no matter the consequences. But when Jesse James Rutherford waltzes into her life with his never-ending pools called eyes and interesting tattoos, that life philosophy is tested to its limits.
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