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The Player's Plus One
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2022-03-11 02:12:48**CAMILLA**
It'll be the words of a liar if I say this current position wasn't getting me aroused, or I didn't like how we were in the moment.I did like it. A lot. Not only was this exceptionally hot, but this was also the first time anyone has ever made me feel wanted. I'm spouting rubbish in some way, but I don't see any way to properly describe it aside from these words.Sure as hell I was caught up in my thoughts and not what was happening, but I could tell his eyes were fixated on mine, I tried to look away but I just couldn’t. It was like my eyes had a mind of their own and they ended up moving back to meet his, I was getting lost in them until I heard whistles.First just one and then it was almost as if they competed for who could whistle the loudest.I turned back to see most of the guys from the soccer team staring at us, they were the ones whistling, if that wasn't enough, being caught by more than a dozen boys pinned to the
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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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