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Chapter 72 Nap

Leander was still dazed, stuck in the lingering sensation of that moment—when Annelise had run her tongue, slow and deliberate, over the corner of her lips.

Soft. Warm. Way too intoxicating.

Oh God. No. No, no, no. He was not supposed to be thinking about this. His brain needed to focus on literally...