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Her skin was the color of a perfect pour of bourbon, and the rope against it looked like a structural error in a masterpiece.
He has these hands that look like they could build a house or tear one down, and right now, they’re wrapped around my wrists.
I watched you bite your lip when the minister mentioned 'forever,' and I knew then that your knees were already bruised from me.
The cabin is shivering under the drifts, but inside, the air is thick enough to spread on toast, heavy with the scent of pine and bad intentions.