“O'Reilly," he murmured. "He'd be fuckin' crazy not to want you there. Every day. Every night." Against my arm, his heart thumped. "He'd be stupid not to want to wake up to your wicked green eyes. Those eyes that make… — Mel Bossa Copy Share Image
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