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Blanca was fairly certain she was talking too much, and she was aware she was talking too fast too, but she did that when she was anxious or nervous, and while she prided herself on the fact that she was barely anxious, now seemed like a fairly worthy time to examine that long-forgotten emotion, and besides, Mr. Norton—if indeed he was the large wolf of a man standing before her—was not at all what she had expected, and he was so fucking hot and handsome that she had never had a crush before; her twenty-three-year-old self had never been so intimate with anyone. Not because she was a tomboy or anything, but because she disliked physical touch, she has been alone since high school. Well, to her surprise, she loves being alone. After all, she was an orphan and had become an unwanted parcel between too many foster homes.
The Dark Luna
Fantasy · CELLICA
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Fantasy · CELLICA