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2024-10-29 19:42:56CAMILLA RENÉE
MONDAY EVENING.
From the beads of sweat scattered over his arms and exposed chest, I'd say he got out of the water and left to do some silly thing which he always does. He got back just in time to catch me, which might I add is so fucking hot.
I can't keep my eyes away, I'm sure I don't even want to.
"Dylan."
I breathed his name for two things. The first was accepting what just happening and the second was confirming that it wasn't a poor figment of my imagination caused by actually hitting my head. Maybe I fell into the pool and was drowning as we speak.
Oh wow.
Daringly, I wrapped my arms around his waist, taking in his musky scent more confirmation that all of this was happening. I was not imagining it.
He did freeze underneath my to
Crystal OduwaThere you go. Another Emerton. Little wonder what role he'll have to play. More surprises to come! No spoilers. I'll be dropping daily updates hopefully. Just drop your comments in the section. Tell me what you think. Much Love!
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Firstly, I want to thank everyone who read this book with me. Honestly I didn't think it'll make it this far at all. it's my book but even I admit it's not that very good ｡◕‿◕｡ But even at that, I got support and I'm super happy. it makes my day reading the comments and for the mistakes and errors, I'll edit the book in my free time. it might take a while because of the word count, but I'll get it done. Thank you for finishing it despite the errors. You spent money on it ʘ‿ʘ It makes my day. If you're into a fast paced enemies to lovers, then you might want to check out my new book "A VOW TO HATE" I assure you, it's splended. Thank you for reading! So much love from my end, C.
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