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“Noah’s hands ease down my arms, then he folds me into him. His front heating my back. He dips his head to my ear and whispers. “Lower your hands.” “Nuh-uh.” My mind chants, can’t make me, followed by, la, la, la. “Baby, I’ve got no problem turning you around, propping you up on the sink and kissing you until you look at me.” — Katie McGarry
Noah’s hands ease down my arms, then he folds me into him. His front heating my back. He dips his head to my ear and whispers. “Lower your hands.”
“Nuh-uh.” My mind chants, can’t make me, followed by, la, la, la.
“Baby, I’ve got no problem turning you around, propping you up on the sink and kissing you until you look at me.