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“You used your magic,” I whisper, delighted. He nods, his nose brushing against mine. “I did.” “Why?” “Because I wanted an excuse.” I barely dare to breathe. “For what?” “For this,” he says. And then he ducks his head and kisses me.


Ahhhhhhh💗🦋

“You can call me anything you want,” I say through heated breaths. “Just don’t call me yours.”

“It’s murderously adorable”
Bro can’t decide whether he wants to kill her or kiss her or maybe both!🫦

After three or four sips, he grimaced, and said, “I’ve got to tell you, darling, this is awful.” “It’s bhreue—it’s very nutritious. It’ll help you recover. Don’t call me darling.”

84% into the book but no kiss in sight, this slow burn gonna kill me😭

Fairhrim was unafraid, violently unafraid, daring him to continue. They stood close. That was the thing about war: every clash, every battle, brought each nearer and nearer to the other. Their breaths intermingled, passed thresholds their lips would never cross. The wrongness of it was almost erotic

Ashkkfdhshdk❤️‍🔥🫦