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“You like watching me.” He bit his lip.
“Who wouldn’t? You’re beautiful, Morgan.” He averted his eyes, but not in the way he did when he looked beyond. I pulled him down until our foreheads touched, until he was forced to look at me or close his eyes. “You are beautiful.”
“Sunsets are beautiful, beaches are beautiful, not men.”
“I’d rather watch you.”
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