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Bowling
Matilda gasped as Patrick’s fingers touched her arm. They were freezing cold. He chuckled and slipped his hand around her waist, sneaking his fingers under the thin material of her top. She shivered but made no attempt to move his arm.
The air was cold, it was to be expected, winter in London was never a warm time. God knows why Steve and Nick had suddenly decided they wanted to go bowling. It had been a text message about two hours ago that had started this madness. (more…)
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