Enemies to lovers, literally. Skylar had always been effortlessly adored. It was a simple equation, really: a wink, a suggestive lick of her cherry-red lips, and anyone within a five-foot radius would fall victim to her charms. Anyone, that is, except you. You, with your nose…
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