Hot, hard and so thick that her fingertips didn’t meet when she closed her hand around him.
– Meljean Brook
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- Her heart unfolded in her chest, took in all of him, and closed tightly, unwilling to let him go – Justine Dell
- The threat of war hung on the air like a thick fog and it blinded him until he could see nothing beyond the haze. Even the stars grew faint. – Brian A McBride
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