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shed skin was still humming from their session. Disheveled hair.

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my throat. My lips parted, then closed. Then part

speak. Coul

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say to me?" My voice barely made

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hair, still catching his breath like I wasn't standing there shattering

cracked again. "What a

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this?" he asked, coldly. "I mean, come

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k. Never smoked.

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inking closer to him, running her fingers down his che

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rayed. That's good," she said, her eyes narrowing. "Because that's exa

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hen the air caught in my throat and I ga

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the tears from my eyes. "That's t

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ve never slept with anyone! I'

pted, flicking ash onto the floor. "B

nothing. No defense. No denial. Just

d to him. "You know that, Silas.

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d I passed out and my br

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did

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e steady despite the tremble in my hands. "I

g as ever. "Let's go t

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artha said. "Except, you know... ch

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sweep of disgust and scrutiny. H

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