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Amber’s eyes widened and she let out a lustful groan. “Oh my god.” Her gaze at the pizza was so full of want that I couldn’t help but chuckle.
“There was a time when you used to look at me like that,” I joked, pouting, pretending to be wounded.
She snorted a laugh and shrugged one shoulder. “Oh, I still look at you like that, trust me, especially in that tux; but first, pizza. Gimmie!
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Kirsty Moseley (The Boy and His Angel (The Boy Who Sneaks in My Bedroom Window, #1.5))