He didn’t blink, and I was overpowered by this, this boy, strong, silent, powerful, the best football player I’d probably ever known, and he was lying perfectly still, quiet, waiting for me to get to him. Before I knew what was happening, his hand was on my shoulder, pulling me closer to him, against him. Xxx “I’d be more concerned with my own sex-life Beckett, if I were you” he replied coolly. His grasp lingered on it, turning the cotton between his fingers. Read 28293 times |
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