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Dancing With the Devil {H.S.}
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Continúa, Has publicado mar 14, 2021
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"Your eyes are brown," He smirked, snooping down to make our eyes at the same level. 

"Yeah boring I know," I laugh trying to slice the tension he was making build between us. I turned away from his gaze but his hand came up and brushed my long hair out my eyes and behind my ear. My whole body erupted in goosebumps. 

"I don't think there is a boring thing about you," He replied, his hand fell onto my jaw and then down to my side.
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Started: March 12, 2021

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