![His hands fell to my hips, and his fingers dug through my rain-drenched clothes.](https://quotes.happiom.com/wp-content/uploads/6/shannon-a-thompson-quotes-122231-his-hands-fell-to-my-hips.png)
His hands fell to my hips, and his fingers dug through my rain-drenched clothes.
– Shannon A Thompson
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