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“I want you to want me because you want me, not because of grief, not because he is not here. I want you to love me for me. I want you to kiss me first and not because you need me to help you, but because you need to kiss me.”

Quote by Carrie Jones

Book:Entice
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Entice

This book delves into the complexities of human attraction and the psychological dynamics of seduction. more

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Carrie Jones
Carrie Jones

Carrie Jones, born in 1982, is an accomplished American author known for her works in genres such as fantasy, young adult literature, and science fiction. Her writing has garnered a wide readership and critical acclaim. more

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