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The moment our lips touched, a warm, giddy golden glow seeped into the marrow of my bones. It spread through my body, lighting everything in its path. It turned me on, made me hum. I felt like a neon sign that had been plugged in for the very first time. My fragile, forgotten, hollow soul now sang with life, radiating heat and vibrant color.
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B.B. Easton (The Devil Himself (Devil of Dublin, #2))