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Red hair… soft red hair, tangled in his fingers. A small slender figure wrapped tightly in his arms, knowing that she would be safe as long as she was in his arms. Dazzling green orbs, covered by heavy eyelids. She was perfect. It was official… Erin Ulmer was perfect in every way. At least to him, she was.
Ian McKinley loved Erin Ulmer with everything he had. She was his world. He loved everything about her… from her head to her toes.
Erin was his perfect match.
One might say a couple like them came along once every thousand years… they'd be dead right.
Ian and Erin weren't just a couple you could find at a 7-Eleven or at a local park. No… they were something special.
They were each other's destiny.
Ian and Erin. Zip and Pip.
Charcoal Hair… thick, black locks, grasped tightly in her fingers. A masculine pair of arm wrapped tightly around her small body. Sparkling brown eyes, burned through her very soul. He was perfect. At least the her, he was.
Erin Ulmer would give anything just to stay with Ian for eternity. She wouldn't trade him for the world, even though he was her world. She loved everything about him… from his head to his toes.
Ian was her perfect match.
A couple like that only comes once every thousand years.
The two of them shared a bond no other couple could possibly have. They were perfect for each other. They did everything together, and knew everything about each other.
They were each other's soul mates.
Erin and Ian. Pip and Zip.
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