Chapter 21 Morning After the Line

The kiss followed me home.

It wasn’t like a memory.

It was like a heartbeat. 

It lived in the soft burn of my lips, in the heat that kept rushing back to my skin every time I closed my eyes, in the exact shape of Liam’s hand at my waist.

I barely slept.

Every time I drifted off, I was back in t...

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