The last Six Sunday of November. How did that happen? Are those jingle bells I hear? LOL
He let me sidestep him, then fisted the laces running parallel to my spine. “You’ll never find your way from the lower tunnels alone.” I ignored the slight scraping of his nail as his finger slid between my gown and silken chemise. “Come on.” He tugged. “I’ll take you to your room.”
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