C4 4
Natalie
Holy effing hell. Roark was mine? Was this a cosmic joke? He stood before me, looming, all protective and growly and bossy, and I could do nothing but stare and wonder what drug I’d taken.
This couldn’t be real. He was too perfect to be real.
His clothes didn’t scream alien. His pants and boots were simple and black
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