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She scared me celibate

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“Come on, Luke. We’ve been together for three years.” Her wheedling tone pierced my hungover like nails down a chalkboard. “Everyone knows we’re going to get married.” She stroked my chest, twisting my nipple the way she knew I liked.

Her logic baffled me. We’d been dating casually for six months, not three years. And I wouldn’t marry…




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H.C. Holmes

H.C. Holmes

Adventurous with my thinking, dangerous with my pen.

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