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69 | whispers of sweet nothings.
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2024-10-29 19:42:56CAMERON'S P.O.V
I knew things hadn't gone well when Shayla had barged into the room, locking the door behind her, her eyes ablaze and I had asked her what had happened, but got no reply from her side. She had simply grabbed my face, her fingers stroking my cheeks as I had wrapped my arms around her waist, and she had pressed her
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A Handful Of Stars 145 | the honeymoon waters.
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A Handful Of Stars 144 | the wedding articles!
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