Posted Feb 11 2011 in Touch, YA, YAmore Blogfest
He ran his index finger from my thigh, just below the hem of my shorts, down to my knee. It left a trail of fire in its wake. “I don’t deserve this.” For the second time in twenty-four hours, tears came easily. “Stop it,” I whispered. I didn’t know what this was, but the lump […]
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