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Miles whipped around. The guy was right there.
Standing next to him, smirking, one brow cocked like he knew exactly what he’d just walked in on.
“You always draw people without askin’, or am I just lucky?” The accent was undeniably British. Smooth. Teasing. A little too confident.
Miles’ mouth opened, then closed. “I—what?”
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- Part 2 of My PunkFlower Fics
Bookmarked by LayRAAAAHHH
13 Oct 2025
