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77. Falling in his arms

Auteur: Meminger
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Reese POV

“Careful, don’t fall,” he said, but his words came out in a drawn-out growl.

As I let out a moan with my breath, I’d already pulled him closer and joined our lips in a desperate kiss.

I felt his body stiffen, completely taken aback by my unexpected kiss—he hadn’t anticipated it, and probably wouldn’t have in a million years. Maybe he’d lost all hope of ever having me this intimately again, but even I didn’t know what I was doing in that moment, because this had never been my plan.

Elliot groaned against my lips. When he pulled back a millimeter to look at me with that expression of utter confusion, I saw his Adam’s apple bob as he swallowed hard. Then he moved, his hands at my waist pulling me with more urgency against his body, his lips seeking mine with renewed desperation.

It was as if he’d been thirsting for this for so long… and in a way, things weren’t much different for me.

The kiss ignited something I couldn’t control—a wildfire that consumed the last threads of my r
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Noah
more chapters pls, Meminger.
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Noah
Loving d story. Excited to see how things unfold. Really hope Reese n Elliott rekindle their love despite all the struggles. Their connection is undeniable. They deserve second chance. Spencer needs to step aside n Jennifer destroyed by her own evil.
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