Unorthodoxie_
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A sucker for all kinds of love stories
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“Negotiator…I am still at your service.” Tival’s lips hovered over Heldon’s, breath warm. He still smelled like the forest after a rain. The hand that caressed his ear brushed back to the back of his head, threading through his hair to his scalp.- Unorthodoxie_1yrCommented
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Heldon ignored the stupid question. He looked like he’d been hung at a gallows – it should be obvious how he felt.