Chapter 32 Thrift-Store Thirst & Changing-Room Shenanigans

Thrift-Store Thirst I would’ve gone straight down if the two of them weren’t holding me up in this ridiculous, tiny, badly lit cubicle of a dressing room.

Levi pulls away just long enough to huff out a laugh, his forehead pressed to mine.

"Fuck, you taste like trouble. You always did." He bites my bottom lip, not quite enough to hurt, and I moan, because of course I do. I’m trapped between them, dress half-undone, scent blooming and wild, and every cell in my body is screaming YES to all of it. Luca’s hands are everywhere, steady and possessive, and his breath is hot in my ear as he mutters, "You make everything impossible, Hazel. Impossible to wait."

I can't even argue.

I can't think at all.

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