Becca Fitzpatrick
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His finger flicked open a button on my cardigan-then two, three, four. It tumbled off my shoulders, leaving me in my camisole. He pushed up the hem, teasing and stroking his thumb across my stomach. My breath came in a sharp intake of air. ✨ Becca Fitzpatrick (2011). Silence, p.276, Simon and Schuster

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