“Vuk…” I breathed.
He squeezed my arm to the point that I almost cried out. He brought his mouth next to my ear, his voice so low and rough it made me shiver. “Kada te konačno budem poljubio, nećeš više nositi njegov prsten na ruci.”
OH. MY. GOD. VUK
— Feb 22, 2026 08:40AM
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