Buried Treasure by Laura Clarke – Chapter Twelve

Chapter Twelve He didn’t touch her for at least two minutes. Instead they stood there, inches apart, the air heating around them like they were standing in front of a fireplace. Finally, he touched the pinwheel to her chest, not to her flesh, but to the shirt above her breasts. She inhaled sharply, and when […]
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