The Potter girl

Her heart pounded in her chest as he leaned in closer still, their faces mere inches apart. "I love you, Addison Potter," he whispered, his lips brushing against hers, "and I always have." With that, he pressed his lips firmly against hers, their tongues dancing together in a passionate embrace. The warmth of his skin, the taste of his lips, and the feel of his body pressed against hers sent waves of desire coursing through her veins. It was a kiss that she would never forget.
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