Early on, I could tell he was handsome, though not quite right. Now I find him insufferably sexy—and, somehow, very familiar. It’s like I’ve seen the way his forearms curve under his rolled-up shirt sleeves before, and already know how a strand of his dark hair hangs down and curls over one eye. It was as if I had heard his deep laughter. Feeling the weight of his body pressing me against the wall.
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