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Tim said something, her name maybe, trying to be calming, but Zoe shook her head to make him go away. She inhaled and dragged her gaze slowly up to the lovely throat and the wide, warm, prettily made-up eyes, and then down to Cleo’s crushed-berry mouth, and back to her throat and that bare skin. If Zoe put her face there, it would probably smell like home. Home home home, her mind repeated, joyous and wild, and then finished her off with one shocking thought. Mate.
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I'm a somewhat absentminded, often distracted, writer of queer romance. I'm probably most known for the Being(s) in Love series and the occasional story about witches or firefighters in love. Also known as, "Ah, yes, the one with the dragons." Find me on social media: https://linktr.ee/thercooper Or support me on Patreon: @rcoops Or sign up for my newsletter! It's free and it's barely once a month. :) Or just visit my website to find everything all in one place and also a few Free Reads: https://www.riscooper.com/
