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13. Argan & Moroccan

My eyes were shut, my hands roaming greedily up and down Shikhar’s muscular back. God, I’d never thought I would ever do this in my life. The heat of his skin burned into my palms as he deepened the kiss, like if he let go of my lips, I’d vanish into thin air.

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