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“Then she leans forward, and before I have time to say or think another word, she's kissing me. And I'm kissing her, too. It starts almost in slow motion. Her lips, soft on mine, light little kisses, tiptoeing. Then she opens her mouth slightly, kissing me with more force. I keep thinking about how perfectly our mouths fit together. Her lips are so gentle, her tongue drawing me in. I'm losing myself in her.”

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Read Me Like a Book

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Liz Kessler
Liz Kessler

Liz Kessler is a British author born in 1966. She is known for her works in children's literature, particularly for her historical and fantasy novels. Kessler's books have won the hearts of readers and have been awarded multiple literary prizes. more

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