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Desert DroppingChapter 32A Confuse me plenty
I tensed as Luke leaned over my shoulder from behind the basement sofa, his arms stretching across my bare chest as his hand closed over the magazine next to me; little droplets of water from his recent shower fell onto my shoulder as his breath hit my neck, the combination sending a chill down my spine as I swallowed hard and tried to ignore it. Two days ago, I wouldn't have had to try. This would be something that I was used to. Close, comfortable contact with the best friend that I had....