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“I felt his lips travel from my forehead, whispering something against my eyelids, my cheeks, my nose. His thumbs stroked the length of my jaw, but even they stilled as I pulled back and turned away from him. [...] “I don’t want to lose you.” He made a noise of frustration, his eyes clear and bright as he spoke. “Then why are you the one that keeps letting go?”

Quote by Alexandra Bracken

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Alexandra Bracken
Alexandra Bracken

Alexandra Bracken is an American author recognized for her contributions to young adult fiction. Born on February 27, 1987, she has become well-known for her novels that blend fantasy and romance elements, offering captivating stories to young readers. more

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