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The Devil’s Friend

“Who is he?”, her sister inquired.

I glanced over at him and flushed at the intensity of his gaze. 

“Just a friend”, I responded all too quickly.

“Just a friend?”, he rumbled, his voice gliding over me like satin sheets and filled with unspoken promises.

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