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♜ |Keating|
Keating glanced over his shoulder to check the time that his roast had left to cook. ❝Would you like to come down for some tea? I would love to discuss it with you,❞ His passion for literature was more prominent than his fear of strangers.
Meghan gasped and hid once more. The little redhead longed to join him. She wanted to go and read poetry with him but she knew he would never accept her for what she was. "I would love to. I really wish I could but it's not safe for me to show myself to you. I'm sorry."











