Chapter Eighty-Seven

Ezra

We reposition our laptops so we can have a better view of each other. Alana lies in the center of her bed. I dance my eyes over my girl’s perfect body, greedily enjoying the view.

“Fuck, what I would give to be on top of you, Alana.” I groan as I take her in.

“God, I wish you could,...

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