The man’s fingers were a little cold, and they rubbed her back skin, causing people to shiver. Cassidy couldn’t help but shrink forward. Before turning her head back, his soft lips had replaced the fingers and landed on her neck. On that snow-white skin.
Rowan’s voice is deep and s3xy, teasing people’s nerves: “Happy birthday, pretty…”
Cassidy slowly turned around, and met the man’s loose and beautiful peach eyes.
She looked at her for a moment, then, of course, stretched out her hand towards him.
Rowan looked at her and raised his eyebrows.
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