84. Fucking-Llamas-in-Pajamas!

Dakota stands there with his hands casually tucked into his pockets and eyes on me, unwavering and attentive.

There is no playful grin on his lips now, only a raw, earnest hope that makes something move inside my stomach.

“Today is Sunday, and I don’t really have anything on my schedule.” He says...

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